Move the body, hose down the train and let's go!

Today a man jumped in front of my train. We were stopped for three hours doing what one does when someone jumps in front a moving train. He obviously died. I didn't see it, but felt really strange about it, watching them take what was left of him away by helicopter. I was thinking how sad does someone have to be to go out that way. Really. I have a project due so I was sad whilemaking a powerpoint presentation (due EOD today) and thinking about Swiss Re's growth strategy. Then, my battery died. And that left me with myself. Actually, it left me with the guy sitting across from me drawing some complicated looking plans on giant paper. He needed to talk about the suicide. We talked. Two and half hours, no battery, eerie topic.

It took me about one hour to go from thinking how sad life can be to being really pissed. I mean, can't you do vodka and tylenol AT HOME like everyone else? If you committ suicide that is really sad. If your suicide held up 1000 commuters for three hours while we scrape your brain off the train, then you are a dick and no one will miss you.

And so it went for me today. I shared this (in broken german) to the guy sitting across from me. At first he was all- oh life is so complicated, you know and sometimes there just isn't a way out and people take drastic measures. And by the end he was agreeing with me that it should be possible to push the body aside, hose 'er down and send us off.