Passion, juice, and rage.
Okay.. here's my opinion. This man, like many of us on this site right now, was possessed of a vastly flawed self image. I mean.. what is the "bottom line" on bodybuilding.. Are you ever big enough, ripped enough, strong enough?! Of course not..in most cases, because what is "good" to the average person, for a bodybuilder is unacceptable. We are separate from the rest because we have something to prove, as much to ourselves as to anyone else. In most cases if we really believed in ourselves then exercise would be "part" of our lives and not the core reality. (I am not putting that on anyone else..but I can tell you, If I cannot get to the gym I am not a happy camper at all!! So my self esteem and my ability to interact successfully with others is hooked to my training.)
So that said.. what has that got to do with this fucking tragedy? My (somewhat educated) guess is that this man lived in the fantasy of total power that he thought was his and he controlled the people that he loved through fear and intimidation. I don't necessarily mean that he was cruel, I mean that because he could not simply believe that he was really worth loving by anybody.. he controlled the situation by intimidation. So if his lady (I mean "HIS POSSESSION FOR LIFE!") announced that she wanted out of the relationship.. she wanted to destroy the only thing that was keeping him glued together at all.. then she had to die.. and if she had to die, then they all had to die, because as completely nuts as it may sound, he loved them (as in completely possessive, smothering ownership) and could not be without them.. "destroy my marriage, destroy us, destroy everything!" Roids? Hmmmm.. only a fragment of this very fucking sad chunk of reality.