He's in a nursing home at the moment. All that does is moves him; now he constantly harasses us with calls and whines that DeAnna isn't at his side 25 hours a day and that he doesn't have cigarettes.

And sadly, I know how shit works in the world - a suicide help line isn't going to help financially in any way short of getting me locked in an institution, and to be honest, that is the LAST place I want to go. If I end up in such a situation, I probably WOULD commit suicide, as living as a drugged-up zombie in a padded test chamber is worse than death as it is.