Earlier today my mom was telling me about one of my relatives. Apparently he and his wife were living in different places over Christmas. So on Christmas eve he calls her from the backyard, says he’s going to kill himself, and then shoots himself in the head.
My mothers comment was something to the effect of “I know what they’re going to be doing this Christmas. If I were them I’d just let the snow cover it. *laugh* Go back in, enjoy my Christmas, then deal with it later”.
Moral of the story: Christmas itself is more important than family to some people.