" People ask why my brother killed himself. " Why would such a gifted journalist, whose works have won all the prizes in the world, do such a thing?" " He had so many friends, why would he want to leave them?" " But what about all he had to live for?" In a short space of time, I had a drawerful of articles wirtten by reporters pondering the death of one who, like them, made a living out of trying to sort out the truth, separating fact from conjecture. They were hell-bent on making sense out of this event.When they phoned, I told them they were going to fail. I told them that the problem with suicide is that it is a senseless event. There is no why.But of course that's wrong. There are numerous whys, though it's almost impossible, or unlikely that any single one of them is " the answer" that people want to hear. "