It says a lot about the parents of the young man, trying to cash in on the death of their son to win their own lottery. Those people know full well the rich man had nothing to do with what the youth did to himself. They know, must know, that if anyone's culpable in the death, it's as much themselves as anyone else, because they did have considerable influence in helping him become what he chose to be.
Reminds me of a joke from the 1970s. A guy had a great insurance policy that included a 2 week mourning trip to Hawaii and a lot of cash if he cashed in, which he did.
When the widow got back from Hawaii she told her friends, "Fred died, but I got brown as a berry!"
On another thread someone was bemoaning the sins of some super-rich female, Martha somebodyorother, I think, obviously feeling a lot of anger and involvement in her problems. This fetish we have these days with knowing the intimate details of the lives of the famous and wealthy, examining them, judging them, expecting a higher standard of honesty and behavior from them than we can reasonably expect from ourselves, from our families, from our neighbors and local government, is a matter that causes me considerable puzzlement.
What this Jack guy did, or didn't do is between himself, his conscience and the law. How'd we come to care anything about him, about what he does in his life, what happens to him, or his? He's a nobody for all of us unless he's a personal friend or acquaintance. Same with all those other richies.
We'd all like to be wealthy or we wouldn't be playing the lottery. I wonder how we'll like it if we win and find there are a lot of people we've never heard of who are mostgawdawfully concerned whether we let the toilet seat down after we finish, leave it up. People who know nothing but what they read in the papers or see on television, but consider themselves qualified to pass judgements on our every step, or misstep.
I'd guess if it happens to us we won't like it much, at all. But we'll have earned what we get.
Jack