Chronicles Of Depression 2.0: #257: Suicide

Credit crunch banker leaps to his death in front of express train

The City was in shock last night after the apparent suicide of a millionaire financier haunted by the pressures of dealing with the credit crunch.

Kirk Stephenson, who was married with an eight-year-old son, died in the path of a 100mph express train at Taplow railway station, Berkshire.

Mr Stephenson is believed to have taken his own life after succumbing to mounting personal pressures as the world’s financial markets went into meltdown.

Emphasis added by me.

And:

After eating breakfast on Thursday with his wife and their young son Lucas, Mr Stephenson drove to Taplow station, left his car in the car park and crossed a footbridge over the main First Great Western Plymouth to Paddington line.

Out of view of passengers on the platform, he is then said by witnesses to have leapt in front of a high-speed train.

The driver sounded his horn and slammed on the brakes but was unable to stop in time. The train came to a standstill a mile down the track.

What did I say earlier: Chronicles Of Depression 2.0: #245: Humans

I can’t get into this guy’s head. Only he knows what he was thinking. But it’s probably a safe bet to say that if the financial world had not been crashing around him, he’d still be here.

How many others will succumb as he did?

And will you?

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6 Comments on “Chronicles Of Depression 2.0: #257: Suicide”

  1. Gekko Says:

    You Are Your Money
    By Jonathan Hoenig
    Capitalist Pig
    10/19/99 5:30 PM

    If you’ve ever strolled through town listening to a Walkman, you have experienced the feeling of great wealth. With headphones on you need not hear the panhandlers’ cries for help. Your money doesn’t solve the world’s problems. Rather, it gives you the choice to simply tune them out.

    With money, you are who you want to be. It’s the cab rides. It’s the cell phone. It’s the comfort of not really having to care. When you are at the top of your game, you are your money.

    It is everything you have worked for. It is all of what you have and most of what you’ll ever have. If someone leaves you something of meaning, it probably was money. Money mops up your medical bills and clears up your credit card.

    It’s your sudden interest in collectibles, in eBay, in fine art. It’s your secret test drive nobody knew about. It’s your penchant for Pavarotti and product request from Rayban.

    Your money is your mojo. It’s your swagger. It’s your sway, safety and stability. Your money is your politics, ethics and values. It’s more than a little difficult to “put your money where your mouth is” when you don’t have any. People without any money usually don’t have very big mouths. They can’t afford to.

    Your money is your knowledge. It is your magazine subscriptions and your data feeds. It’s your high-bandwidth recipes, chat rooms, pornography and sports scores.

    Would you like dessert? A defibrillator? Another drink? A day off? Your money is about having that choice. If you are about the variety of life, then you are your money. Money is the right to just about anything.

    When you can’t talk, money will. When there’s nothing to say, your money buys you silence. It buys you a window seat. It buys you a bottle of wine. In a private moment, you’d admit to being neither terribly talented nor special. It’s what gets you in. It’s what makes you right. Money is your only justification for everything that came before now. It’s how you explain yourself in no uncertain terms.

    Money is what gets you high. It’s what makes you turgid. It’s what gives you the strength to get out of bed in the morning.

    You are Dean and Deluca, not Denny’s. You are Lespinasse, not the Lone Star Steakhouse. You are a controller of capital, a mover of men. And unlike your marriage, your mother-in-law, your relationships or religion, money is something you’ll never be tired of.

    In New York City, cops busted Liv Tyler’s celeb-infested pot party and decided to stay for the fun. However, the dude caught stuffing a turkey under his coat gets roughed up on Rikers Island. You are not going to Rikers…..not when you have money.

    You are an intelligent, well-groomed, upwardly mobile, law-abiding citizen. You are this because of money. With money you are Joe Q. Public. Without it you are public enemy No. 1. It is the fresh flowers. It is your kid’s clarinet lessons.

    When you send it back or want it faster, it is because you are determined to get your money’s worth. When you demand a refund, you demand it in dollar-denominated terms. Good karma won’t cut it.

    If you pay bills, you are your money. Your only right to have bills comes from your ability to pay them.

    It’s HBO, Skinemax and the Movie Channel. It’s the book you bought from Amazon.com but never read.

    It’s what is behind your sudden lack of interest in the environmental movement. Why protect what we have…when we have so much? Money sucks your empathy for the sickly – after all, they’re getting the best that money can buy.

    Money is the answer to most any question you can think of. When you are in a jam, money gets you out. It is the online brokerage account. It’s the new kitchen cabinets.

    Time is money and you are a very busy individual. When you are out of time, you are usually also out of money.

    Money is the 401K you never thought of before 1997. It’s Bloomingdales. It’s Banana Republic. It’s the right to celebrate: your birth, your baptism, your confirmation, your communion. Like it or not, your daily bread has a greenish hue.

    With your $25 membership to the fine arts museum comes the silent smug of arrogance privy only to card-carrying supporters – financial supporters. If you love the arts, then you are your money. Fine art is there for those who can afford it.

    Everyone in your life wants something, and most of them would prefer cash over anything else. With money you are a valuable commodity. When you have money you are someone worth wanting. You hate to wait on people, but with money people wait on you.

    You are cultured and well coifed because of it. When the money runs out, so does your lifestyle. Money is what makes premium items de rigueur. It’s what makes downscale fashion upscale.

    Your money is your respite. It’s your fun. The things you like to do cost money. Without it, you’ll have to find new things…or simply stop having fun.

    Money is behind most of what you actually desire. It can be nothing more or less than everything that exists. It’s everything that you are. Your intrinsic value can be rounded down to the dollar. You are your money.

  2. mikecane Says:

    So, Gekko. You’re basically saying this guy HAD TO commit suicide because of the money he lost?

  3. Gekko Says:

    Perhaps his identity, character and personality were all contingent upon his money.

  4. mikecane Says:

    Then it will be a sad day for people like him when the money stops. Ah well. Who is John Galt?

  5. Edward Says:

    It is very unlikely the current financial crisis was the primary cause of his suicide. It was more likely diagnosed or undiagnosed depression.

  6. mikecane Says:

    Edward: Don’t you believe it. I’ve seen people break mentally from lack of money.


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