thanks guys. i now have the whole story... or the best anyone will ever get. He had just bought a glock 40 to carry to work where he restored houses in the ghetto. he would take it off every night and take the clip off and lay it on the counter. i guess Eric, another friend, saw it laying there and picked it up. noone knows if he aimed it or just picked it up, but a glock has no safety so he could have just picked it up and being drunk mishandled it. it went off and hit MDR in the right chest just under/next to armpit/chest on the right side. it went through him and stopped just short of coming out the left side of his body. He made no sound and they say he was dead almost immediately. they tried CPR but he would not hold the breath.
the service was very difficult, and to see his girl so torn up. i tried not to look at him, i didnt want to see him klaying there, but i couldnt help it, and i wish i hadnt. i dont want to remember him like that. i was talking to his mom, and she she kinda laughed and told me at least he could take pride in knowing that they had to take a bunch of stuffing out of the coffin so his shoulders would fit! haha we used to joke about that. they see things happen for a reason, but i just dont see it. he had so much left to do, so many people who cared for him. he had been trying for 3 years to get on the fire dept. and was finally accepted to the academy, then this. im sorry, i just dont see the plan, the big picture.