Also, to understand suicide, you have to understand depression as a whole.
While I refuse to divulge in my life stories, I can tell you that I've lived with clincal depression since I was 10 years old, and I assure you it is the most misunderstood illness out there.
Imagine living with life carrying a 6,000 pound anvil on your shoulders--- every waking moment of the day. When your days are good, it's a life line of survival. When days go bad, that 6,000 pound anvil becomes a 10,000 pound anvil.
Once in awhile, people can overcome this. I have. Not that the depression has gone away by a long shot.. However, I've got a wonderful support system. My wife is also the best friend I've ever had, I'm one of the lucky ones who can say they married their best friend, she's truly been an anchor for me; and my daughter makes me externally and internally smile every day. Between the two of them, they've built my confidence and my spirit in ways they NEVER had been built before 2000 (when I met my wife). Because of them, I live every day, and they've taught me to overcome and to live life, not to allow life to live you.
While I'm one who DID overcome, others can't and never do. You can't fault them.. You've never lived their life.
I do hope that Kenny McKinley found the peace in death that he never had in life. It's a sad, unfortunate story of life overwhelming yet another young soul before his time should have been up.
Rest in Peace.