Today is the birthday of a friend who died 3 years ago, which I now with a blackpilled vision can understand the aftermath. I was at the time living in a private boarding school in Switzerland and had befriended this ethniccel, who was a year younger than me. He was 17, I was 18. Anyway, he decided to go out to a party on a friday night with classmates and didn't return. I was asleep so I didnt notice something was up until the next morning when we got the announcement at breakfast that he had jumped in front of a train. A stacy at my table started crying, and one from another table ran out. Some of the other foids on my table tried to cheer her up and talked about how tragic it was and how they wished they could've saved him and preached stuff about mental illness. Keep in mind, none of these foids had ever interacted with him outside of small-talk and some of them even made fun of him for being the only ethnic in his class. This went on for about 1-2 weeks, with foids posting pictures of him on social media, talking about how much they mourn his death and also taking advantage of the situation to stay home from school. I was sad at first, but I later on thought about the problems me and him talked about, and I honestly felt like he was in a better place. Sounds fucked up maybe, but the guy was from a strict family that expected perfection and nothing less, aswell as him being ugly and short so life wasn't exactly the best for him. He was a good friend though, and if there is such a thing as heaven, I hope to meet him up there.
