I posted this in the Open Letters thread, and I thought I'd post it here, too:
Dear Woman, Mid-30s With Shoulder-Length Brown Hair:
The police knocked on my door last night. They told me what happened and asked if I knew someone matching your decription living on my floor. I told them I didn't.
I was really shaken up.
What made you do what you did? Was your life that terrible that you felt the need to end it?
I hope that you're finally at peace, and I'm sorry it had to come to this.
My prayers are with your family and friends.
- The 28 Year Old In Your Apartment Building.