My friend Danny committed suicide on my 30th. We lived next door to each other. I went to dinner with my Mom and sister, and we came around the corner laughing at something one of us had said, and there were police cars up and down the street and cops going in and out of the house. We ran up to see what had happened, to see if we could help. There wasn't any tape or anything at that time, so I tried to get into his house to see him because I thought maybe he'd been robbed. A cop stopped me and took us aside and told us he'd killed himself with a shotgun up in his bathroom. I had talked to him just that morning and he seemed fine. He wished me a happy birthday and told me he was going to take me to a Flyers game soon if he could get tickets from his job. It was so normal.