My beloved husband commited suicide on 6th March 2003, he hung himself from the loft. He was dead when I found him... I was 6 months pregnant with our son. His depression began in 1997, some terrible things happened to both of us that year. Ainz was always a worker; a proud man; an alpha male to the core. But he had his soul saddened by some turns of treachery which are too indescribably evil to account for here... Once the downward spiral was set his proud spirit was easily battered by life's woes... He fought so hard for so long to keep it all together, but in the end the weight was just too much for him to bear... Resting now in sweet peace in Southern Cemetery, Manchester. Forever alive in our hearts.