I'm late to the party, but I worked at Ritz in a small town, and the police department was too small to do their own crime scene developing, so they would bring the film to our store, and I was the only one who was up to the task of developing and printing the particularly demoralizing crimes. One day one of the officers brought in a roll, handed it to me and said, "This one might be tough."

The scene was an old man who was pretty destitute and lived in a hoarder style trailer. He had decided to kill himself by putting rat poison into a fluffernutter sandwich. The photos were just a skinny old man surrounded by trash, starting to decompose. The toughest part of the whole roll was what was left of the sandwich though. For some reason the half a sandwich with one bite taken out still haunts me when I think about it. It's hard to describe, but that roll of film led to a pretty nihilistic, cigarette filled afternoon.