The lie I was told was that it was an accident with a gun. That’s what adults tell children who have to be in these situations to protect them. However, up until the day I found out how my uncle really passed away, suicide was a joke. You know, just another thing you’d see on cartoons. They’d go up to heaven or be a ghost, but then you’d seen them again in the next episode. They were never really gone, and it didn’t seem to cause anyone any real pain. Never, in my eleven year old mind did I ever, for one second, ever consider that anyone could be in so much pain that they would feel the need to take their own lif