A friend if my mothers, who was the only person I looked up to as a father figure. Very nice person. He was divorced because he came out of the closet. I don't think he handled being gay, and accepting that. In hindsight I can see how that crushed him.
He layed a blue tarp down in a wooded area, called the sheriff to let them know where his body would be, and shot himself in the chest with a hunting rifle after he sat down on the tarp. Left sticky notes all over his daughters bedroom saying how much he loved her. It still is very sad to me.