Sicarius, I did go hard in reply to your first post,
I did in that reply comment on a neighbour, Reggie, who last week hung himself,
and say that both deaths, Reggie's and Whitney's were tragic
( and also qualified that with the assertion that I make no claim that Whitney's
death was a suicide )
I separate Whitney's talent and her death, in the sense that my opinion of
Whitney's talent is independent of the circumstances of ( & my opinion on )
her death.
I think Reggie's death was tragic, it gutted his woman, who came home to find
him dangling, and ran out screaming, I was in the street chatting to another neighbour,
Dave, and we had to respond. Not pretty & I tried the resus & CPR caper but the
ambulance guy's said we had no chance.
I had a maternal grandmother who was an army nurse and was station'd in Egypt
at the time of the Gallipoli campaign when she was a young woman. This was before
modern antibiotics such as penecillin, so all they had was the use of carbolic acid
diluted with water to keep the floors & surfaces "clean" & disinfect'd; pure alcohol to
sterilise medical instruments and morphine to ease the pain, but once gangrene or
scepticemia got going in a wound, the only option was to remove infect'd flesh with
the knife & ply the morphine & pray (in the case of gangrene)
scepticemia was basically a death sentence.
Helen had to nurse young chaps for weeks as they slowly died, read them letters from home, write letters dictated by the dying young chaps to send back to their families etc.
Helen had a saying that I will always remember, it was:
It doesn't matter who you are, rich, famous, poor,or unknown, troubles will come
to all of us, what matters is how you"deal with those troubles".