On a March morning in 1989, Robert Shoots was found dead in his garage in Weir, Kan. He had run a tube from the tailpipe of his beloved old Chrysler to the front seat, where he sat with a bottle of Wild Turkey. His daughter wishes he had mentioned this plan when they spoke by phone the night before, because she didn’t get to say a satisfying goodbye. But she would not have tried to dissuade him from suicide. He still went fishing and played golf, showing no signs of the depression or other mental illness that afflicts most people who take their own lives.

Source: New York Times August 31, 2018 16:31 UTC