Cleaning After Teen Suicides for the Super Rich

Cleaning for the super rich requires anonymity and a desire to look like a regular old guy, ask no questions, enter by the back door, and refuse to look about; not only do I look like a fat, ugly, old guy, my vehicles are dirty, greasy and styled by dints from bumper to bumper, crown to boots. My peculiar crime scene cleaner's style has gathered a following of rich clients for my practice -- groupies, I gather.

There was this teen suicide administered by three attorneys, no parents or guardians. Each attorney explained that he was an "attorney" and gave the clearest instructions for this operation. The first telephoned and did not discuss money. It and everything else would follow in its own way. He said that I already asked "too many questions" and that there were no more question coupons available for this job, if I chose to take it.

My mother always told me to "keep your mouth shut!" so I followed her wisdom into this operation. I followed the first attorney's orders without hesitation or equivocation once I understood that this was no ordinary client. Once on the scene, the second attorney escorted me from the driveway to the back door, onto the shiniest black marble floor -- EVER, and upstairs to the teen's room. "In there," he said and left.

The third attorney's directions ricocheted off the walls, floor and Tah-Mahal-like ceiling as I walked down the stairs. Once on the first floor, he approached me, raised his right hand as if to shake, and said, "Here." He handed me the biggest wad of five-hundred dollar bills that I have ever seen or will see again. Honestly, I had never seen a five-hundred dollar bill until that moment. "You were never here," he said.

Heaven knows that I love cash! The cash's significance testified to the fact that I was never really there, as I come to recollect. I swear that I was never there. Besides that, I could never remember how to get back there, if there really was a "there," once the address was deleted from my GPS. Talk about beautiful homes! This guy's front door probably weighted more than my first car, a 1967 VW. I left by the back door, by the way.

I know that these words taunt anyone sick enough to read my grubby, sadistic thoughts, but I need to get these things off of my chest from time-to-time. Heaven knows that I really do. I really am a caring and sensitive guy. Suicide is never humorous. Teen suicides are inexplicable. But I mean, gads! A tiny rich kid shoots himself in the head with his 22 caliber rifle because he had a bad day, Richard Cory-like:

"In “Richard Cory,” the focus is not on “why” the suicide did what he did; it is on the mystery itself. Certainly, the people who admired Cory because of all he possessed personally and financially did not expect such an act. To them he seemed to have everything worth living for, while they struggled to put food on the table."

A mystery hovers above the suicide itself, above the "why" he did it, sort of like a hot-link lighting up when a cursor hovers over it. There's an unfulfilled expectation embedded in the lit link, but it leads nowhere, no answer to the mystery of it all, beyond the "why" a rich guy commits suicide. Is it possible to have a mystery beyond the "why" of suicide? Cory had it all. Good looks, charm, wealth, white teeth, "a gentleman." The poem's narrator tells us that he had everything to live for and others little of the same.

Regressing, this kid's bedroom was almost as large as my living-room, dining room, and kitchen combined. It's not about "power and wealth" I used to say. (Now I'm honestly not sure what's going to come out of my mouth or finger-tips!) There's something wrong, but I guess it's part of the mystery of a rich kid's suicide.

Then there's this last one, which I won't dwell on. I can say only that I am glad that I am child-free. I would not be able to handle a son or daughter's suicide. I'll never know how the parents felt about it because I never saw them. This operation wasn't quite as detached as the above because a "friend" filled-in as the responsible party.

Frankly, I would be embarrassed to live next to this guy; not embarrassed for me, but for him. How much of everything "just so" and "perfect" can a human being add to their life? This guy's home wasn't cluttered with books, computers, and cats like mine. No, it was basically sparse with a computer room housing the who-knows-what. "Clean" would be an understatement. Me, I could not even begin to pronounce the names on the cars in his garage, all parked upon a polished concrete floor.

Always I remember to say a little prayer for the deceased teens, whether or not they are rich or not so rich. I do not recall cleaning up after a poor kid's suicide, as a matter of fact. I don't recall cleaning after a gang homicide, which is a form of suicide. (More on this later.)

I do recall that I feel a special pity when cleaning after a teen suicide. It is June, by the way, and I have not cleaned any teen suicides this month. Two years running I cleaned after teens committed suicide because they failed to graduate with their peers. What is it that hurts so much; what is it that gnaws away at their insides, what is it that sends them to self-annihilation? So many, most people in the world, have so little to eke out life day to day no matter what tomorrow threatens. They go on, some with tumors bulging from their necks, arms, or face. Some exist with goiters, others without teeth, and many without corrected vision, and many without limbs. So many have perpetual pain.

In the USA, teen suicides seem to occur when the victim is too short on experience, too shallow with knowledge, and too naive to develop a mental schematic of the world beyond family, school, and church.

I will return to my Hume exercises soon. I think that returning to the academic approach to suicide is in good order after all these years of neglect. It seems that I need these exercises because cleaning suicide scenes and not really thinking about the mystery of it all is a bit shallow on my part, to say the least. I suppose that suicide is society's mystery of mysteries.

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Eddie Evans on Hume's work about Suicide and the Soul -- It's all about working papers here.

Call me Eddie Evans. I want to write some thoughts on suicide, and after researching the Internet and many books, I cannot imagine a better source from modern philosophy for information on suicide and its metaphysical issues than David Hume. Assuming that I get this project out of the way, it’s one-hundred-and-one, I’ll look to other sources. It is my belief that we will see a significant increase in suicides because of alienation, economic stress, family failures, and other social problems.

I am thinking, off the thread here (a bit), that it is a great pity we will introduce future generations to bigotry in the form of racism and other evils that need not exist in an open society. How the world would improve overnight if we could end bigotry alone!

Back to Hume’s writing on suicide, Hume wrote five dissertations on suicide and the soul and completed them in 1755. Because of cultural and religious issues at the time, Hume withdrew the first book and replaced it with "Of the Standard of Taste."

Hume says that Philosophy exposes superstition and false religion, and that no other remedy against these two parasites exists. Even experience and good sense fail. Can you imagine that, experience and good sense fail against superstition and false religion?

By way of example, my experience tells me that it is wisest to avoid left turns, so I avoid left turns whenever possible. I will make four right turns to avoid one left turn. Is this superstition or good sense? Now, my honorable wife hangs left turns without the slightest hesitation. She refuses to mend her ways, and I cannot guarantee her well-being if she continues in this short-sighted madness. If I am superstitious because of my left-turn-phobia, is she less superstitious because of her willingness to flaunt disaster? I have the good sense, for sure.

Usually good sense and experience work great for just about everywhere else, but for superstition and false religion. Plan as we might, our history shows that among our greatest thinkers these two parasites manipulated the greatest thinkers' thoughts to the poorest ends. The satisfied, the “happy,” and the well-to-do find their greatest joys “blasted” by the shallow thoughts of superstition and false religion. Bring Philosophy to the helm as a cure to these parasites and a more just outcome is assured, unless the guiding Philosophy is itself so infected.

Methinks that if I could just explain the ways of God to man the parasites of superstition and false religions would collide with national and local cronyism, and thereby create a vortex like a black hole. These three enemies of an open society would exit our existence by their own foul essence.
Ed Evans
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My working paper on Suicide and the Immortality of the Soul - Thank you David Hume

I cannot imagine a better source from modern philosophy for information on suicide and its metaphysical issues.

Hume wrote Five Dissertations on suicide and the soul and completed them 1755. Because of cultural and religious issues at the time, Hume withdrew the first book and replaced it with "Of the Standard of Taste."

ESSAYS ON SUICIDE,ANDTHE IMMORTALITYOF THESOUL,
Revisited by Ed Evans for posterity.



THESE two Essays on Suicide and the Immortality of the Soul, though not published in any edition of his works, are generally attributed to the late ingenious Mr. Hume.


The two very matterly Letters from the Eloisa of Rosseau on the subject of Suicide, have been much celebrated, and we hope will be considered as materially increasing the value of this curious collection.


ESSAY I.
ON SUICIDE





Philosophy exposes superstition and false religion. No other remedy against these two parasites exists, more than likely. Even experience and good sense fail. Our history shows that among our greatest thinkers these parasites manipulated their thoughts to the poorest ends. The satisfied, the “happy,” and the well-to-do find their greatest joys “blasted” by these shallow thoughts, these parasites. Bring Philosophy to the helm as a cure to these parasites and a more just outcome is assured, unless the guiding Philosophy is itself infected by superstition and false religion.

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Infectious Waste Working Document

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From a right-wing propaganda email, I've taken this "straw-man."

In other words, the ultra-right, or maybe I should say the "fascists," create something from nothing, and then cry "foul!". This is basically what Joseph Goebles did for Adolph Hitler.

This is the irony of the matter. It is the "liberals" that will protect Limbaugh's freedom of speech because they know that an "insult to one is an insult to all." What's he talking about. He blasts "liberals" all these years for their liberalness and now he claims that someone wants to "shut him up." His listeners are so stupid that they don't understand the meaning of "liberal," which means toleration in matters of differences of opinion.

This is rediculous if not just vulgar propaganda. It was Georg Bush that tried to kill what's left of media diversity. I can remember Powell's son working overtime to destroy diversity in TV and radio. He could not get over the idea that one big, fat rich prick shoud own all media, one big corporation to rule them all!

Now Limbaugh is spouting dangerous hate-speak and it sounds like he's inviting some nut to assassinate Obama.

Rush on Tape: They Won't Silence Us
This past Saturday Rush Limbaugh won the 'Freedom of Speech Award' at the Talkers convention of talk radio hosts in New York. Newsmax was there -- and we have the video tape. Rush vows that Obama and the liberals in the media won't shut him up. He also warns about the new threat to free speech. See the Full Rush Video -- Go Here Now.

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Khmer Rouge torturer recounts baby-killing policy

We watched it happen and did nothing. The entire world watched it happen and did nothing, except for Viet Nam. After fighting the Japanese, then the French, then the Americans, the Vietnamese entered Cambodia and took on the crazy Khmer Rouge.

I listened to the radio and read about the doings and thought that I would not want to go. I think that I probably would have gone if asked and given the opportunity. I was young enough. It would have been hard to leave my family and civilian life, but I would have been to ashamed not to have gone. I had no excuse not to go at the time, other than my country ignored it. No one wanted another trip to Asia, that's for sure.

Still, to live as a human being in goodfaith, I would have had to go. I didn't and neither did my country. This is a very sore mark on our history and leaves me feeling guilty. It is too late now. I wonder how many times the world will watch this sort of genocide happen? How many more killing fields will we tolerate?

Where was Bush, Cheney, and Limbaugh?

Eddie Evans
crime scene cleanup