[Photo Attached, caption: The note retrieved from John's cold dead body.]
Celebrated friend and student John McLellan died this May 15 committing suicide. John was found late this morning hanging from his belt out the window of his room on the 4th floor of the Jyousei dormitory. In his pocket was a simple message scrawled haphazardly across the page. “Shit! I forgot my assignment again. there’s really no alternative— peace world”.
Interviews with those who had the most recent contact with John mentioned that the week prior to his death John had forgotten to turn his assignment in mentioning he was “deeply ashamed” and also that he “swore to the teacher it wouldn’t happen again”. Other interviews with friends and family revealed that John was a deeply moral man who, when embarrassed or ashamed of his own actions, would never let them lie and constantly dwelled on his past blunders. Speculation from other acquaintances agreed readily to this interpretation claiming that “This is just the sort of thing John would do to make a point about honor.”
There’s always something particularly sad about one so young passing away, but in the country with the highest suicide rate (compared to other economically stable [or first world] countries, 365 in 1,000,000 males and 141 in 1,000,000 females in 1999) his body hanging out the window of a typically small cramped room was probably only noteworthy because of its largeness and whiteness.
John led what some would qualify as a full life, and what others would call a strange way of spending time. St. Patrick’s Day 1986 (March 17th) in the early hours of the morning at Southwest Medical Hospital in Vancouver, the squealing, heavier than average John was brought into this world. His typical childhood was spent learning the letters and numbers and playing with neighborhood children. As time went on, his brilliance became more and more apparent, leading him to have a cynical twisted view of the world around him, leading many to classify him as “negative”, a title well deserved.
We can only imagine the amazing things John would have come to do had he not cut his life short at a young 20 years old. Talking to his previous roommates, one of them somewhat shyly removed a list with the expectedly grandiose title “Inventions that will change the world, cheap thoughts by John McLellan” among those in the long list, an elevator that allows users to pay to override other passengers floors to get to their destination sooner, an “earth-to-space” vacuum made out of a coring of the moon that would (according to John’s sketches and preliminary notes) freely jettison all trash into space effectively and inexpensively solving the landfill crisis of a material world, and down to the simplistic “common Joe” solutions of a more ergonomic soda can with a bubbled top for the most efficient and pleasant drinking experience. He also planned to write a novel, his life aspiration, the plot and characters after being analyzed by literary experts were described as “possible the foundation for the greatest novel in 100 years”, although ironically his suicide note was written from a page torn from the notebook he collected his thoughts in.
Such great passion and humor, intelligence and genius, perhaps equally weighted by forgetfulness and sloth, John McLellan will remain in our memories, and certainly be used by teachers across the world as a lesson in not procrastinating and turning in work early. Most of all, his death is a witness to the intensity by which he lived.