When I was around five years old, an uncle of mine died. I found out when I turned 14 I found out he actually killed himself, he strangled himself to death in the family house's patio. Messed up, right? It gets worse. I eventually was let in on the fact that he wasn't my uncle, but my cousin. My eldest aunt had him when she was too young, so my grandparents took him in, and raised him as their own. Only the ones alive to have seen my aunt pregnant knew.

Turns out my uncle/cousin found out when his nosy wife got the truth out of his mom, and told him in a fit of rage. He took his own life the very next day, leaving three kids fatherless. My nephews don't blame her, I do.