Yeah, too bad I wasn't there. I would-a rolled a nice thick, sticky coat of Benjamin Moore grey oil paint, all across his eyes, just so's he couldn't see anything. And then he would a-got covered with all black flies and no-see-ums, too!
Seems like people can take themselves right up to the edge of the cliff with their money troubles, and then powered up by a few beers or liquor, they jump off the edge thinking they just do not care, or possibly they are just not thinking, and go do something they know is wrong.
Her death has got to be one of the saddest events ever to hit Wolfeboro.