There was one lonely trunk of a dead tree off the road not far out of town and a woman picked it out and killed herself.
Having a beer with a guy working for main roads and I mentioned how unlucky she was and he said phone records proved she had been talking at the time. Bad luck for her but recurring nightmares for whoever she was talking to: Chatter, chatter, BANG, silence. You'd feel bad, particularly if you'd initiated the call.
