A memory from 1997, my first year in the ad business
My creative director left the agency to go pick up a box of brochures from a printer. When he returned, his eyes looked even wilder than usual. I asked him if everything was OK. He said, "I got to the printer to pick our stuff up and the guy behind the counter told me that the guy who'd been working on it killed himself last night in their parking lot. And then he just looked at me and there was this awkward pause so I said, 'God, sorry to hear that. So, like, did he finish my stuff first?'"