Suicide

- What's wrong with me, Madeleine?
- I don't know, George, you're always complaining about life. Why don't you relax?
- How can I relax while there are many Africans, Asiatics and other people dying or hungry?
She was staring at him, very desolated. He was completely upset. Madeleine couldn't stop him when he took a gun from a bag, put it to his temple and pulled the trigger, falling down on the floor, bleeding.