The pain and agony of his death must have paled in comparison to the daily struggle he endured, looking for a job only to be denied hundreds of times. Nobody wanted to hire a person whose work experience consists of arranging toxic assets which, combined with other financial disasters, ultimately took down the U.S. economy. I’ll never have closure or understand why he couldn’t reach out to one of us. We had no idea our close friend was suffering and hurting to the point where death seemed like the only escape. So many Miami alumni were at his funeral, looking at each other saying the same thing: I would have done anything for him. Didn’t he know that?