I don't know, he probably has motivation to kill himself. He probably also could have info people didn't want getting out who knows.
But it must be a bitch only having a few million dollars and knowing that your career was over (for whatever reason) And you may never make any more millions
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How sad.
Truly an odd suicide.
1. Freddie and Fannie are Pet Corporations of Democrats
2. To be appointed CFO he had to be friendly with the Democrats
3. $850,000 Bonus
4. Wife
5. Child
There are still lots of possibilites that omit foul play. Perhaps he found out that a childhood friend or college sweetheart was having to live on the street due to the mismanagement of the mortgage markets by Fannie Mae and Freddy Mac and felt responsible for it and could no longer face himself.
Perhaps he lost millions when the stock price collapsed and was in over his head.
Still, rather unfortunate, I don't wish the Democrats dead, I just want them to get their hand out of my pocket, and stop interfering in the economy. Same thing that I wish from the Republicans.
Long-term solution to what is probably nothing more than short-term problems.
Or what is it that Rudyard Kipling wrote, "
Rudyard Kipling
If
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
I guess he wasn't a man...