As a 32 year old scientist, losing his daughter and wife one day, of course his depression would hit rather hard on him.

After failed attempts at his own life, he decided to go to some intergalactic bar. The one you bar tended at. He was a regular, so you knew him quite well.

“S-Shusht up and gimme another…”

Drunken Rick said, slamming his glass down on the counter. He was already 10 drinks in and far past drunk. You knew that this wasn’t healthy, but it’s his way of coping.