Anyone ever lost a loved one, and now regret it that you didn't join that person on his/her trip to the next world, holding hands? And what were some of your reasons, or the main reason, for your staying behind?
Here, in Las Vegas, over the years, I've read of, mostly, older people in murder-suicides and I oftentimes wonder if it was planned out in advance, through some strong bond of love.
I had that overwhelming temptation back in 1994, when I lost my partner, I regretted it for some time until someone else came along who's been part of my life for the past 14 years now, but now at 63, my health going south, if something should happen to him, and with my everlasting dread of dying alone, together we go!
And skip that dreadful grieving/mourning process!
Next time I'll plug my ears when I hear it: You've got so much to offer the world, you've got many years ahead of you!