Tommy Page (1970.05.24 to 2017.03.04)

Eldergay Tommy Page, a singer/songwriter and music-industry executive, had a husband and three children, yet committed suicide. A proximal cause was depression.

  • Wikipedia entry

  • Obituary

  • Billboard article, noting that Page was also publisher of Billboard for a time

  • Michael Musto’s reminiscences [“I had heard that Tommy was suffering from depression, but was dealing with it (though a hospital stay proved short when his longtime partner took him out of the place, after some homophobic doings)”]

Fred M. Caruso (1975 to 2016.06.13)

Theatrical and film producer and writer/director Fred M. Caruso, an eldergay, planned out his own suicide. After an unsuccessful attempt, he carried out his plan on 13 June 2016.

Caruso left a Facebook suicide note (mildly copy-edited for clarity):

Well. Hey, everyone.

I have some good news – I will no longer be sending out Bernie shit. It’s not because I support Hillary – it’s because I’m no longer alive. (Yes, I’ve been making bad jokes for 41 years and I intend to end things the way 1t began.) I have been forced to send this out through the [Big Gay Musical] page because Facebook doesn’t allow you to delay posts on your personal page.

Those of you that know me well know that I have been dealing with ending things for a while. Like, many years. For most of my life, I have been absolutely miserable – except for when I was creating. I have nothing left in me to create. I truly don’t think I have any idea what love or happiness is. I have been incredibly lonely and, at the same time, I hate being around people. I hate meeting new people, and I’m always waiting for someone to stab me in the back. Let’s just say I already have a whole culinary collection.

To be clear: I haven’t forgiven anyone. All the grudges I’ve carried for years I continue to carry. To those people that I hate: I hope I have the ability to haunt you for the rest of your lives.

The purpose of this message is to make sure that there is no confusion or question about what happened to me. I wanted everything to come from me. Please don’t post things on my wall (I don’t think you can). I’m not trying to have a memorial page.

I also want to be clear that I have tried to deal with this. I have moved all over the country doing all different jobs. I had two great jobs here in Las Vegas, with great people and decent money. And though I loved [the] work, I was miserable all the rest of the time. This is not anyone’s fault, nor was there anyone or anything that could have prevented this. Though if there were strippers here I might have found a way to hang on a little longer.

Know that I have done a lot of research and made sure that it would be fast and relatively painless and, more importantly, not a mess or something that is going to hurt others. When I first tried last week, it was very impulsive and I learned that 30 Ambien doesn’t kill you or make you stronger. I have been having heart issues since I tried [that].

I ask that you don’t feel guilty or bad or anything negative. I am finding peace. If you want to do something, I ask that you give a donation to the Trevor Project, where they help people that can be helped. I, to be clear, cannot be. Please don’t have any services or anything for me. I hate holidays and celebrations. But if you want to think about me, put on a little Liza and have a cocktail (or a non-cocktail if you’re sober).

My last couple of days have been great. I have used up my comps – had great steak dinners and stayed in Jacuzzi suites on the Strip.

To all of you that have touched my life, I thank you from the bottom of my soul. I hope I have touched a few of yours (and I know I’ve touched a few of you). I have achieved more in my life than I ever should have been able to. I grew up on government cheese, food stamps, and public housing. I have produced great theatre and movies (two of which I wrote and directed), and I traveled all over the world. I regret nothing, especially the choice that I am making now. I have spent the last few days driving all over trying to find a different solution. I couldn’t.

Most sincerely (and for my only family (D PHI) forever YITB),
Fred M. Caruso

Variety carried the only real obituary, which attracted the usual contempt for the deceased, his life, and his gayness.

Shannon Michael Cane (1974 to 2017.11.09)

At sunset on a street lined with palm trees, man in black shorts, T‑shirt, and ballcap sits on hood of white Dodge Challenger, left foot on out-turned tire

Eldergay Shannon Michael Caine, an Australian-born curator and organizer of art-book fairs, so conclusively committed suicide in November 2017 that even the New York Times could not lie about it. Cane suffered from depression, as is not atypical among eldergays.

Tattooed man naked in Swiss phone booth

Gregory Slaven (d. May 2015)

Eldergay Gregory Slaven, a detective with the Indianapolis police department, committed suicide on or about 2015.05.25 at the approximate age of 46. A BDSM dom, Slaven had a submissive, Aaron Barnes, who had died in Slaven’s house weeks previously, a death later ruled an accidental asphyxiation by choloroform. At the time of Slaven’s death, Slaven was still under administrative suspension pending investigation of Barnes’ death, reports state.

Fredric Brandt (1949.06.26 to 2015.04.05)

Eldergay dermatologist to the stars Dr. Fredric Brandt committed suicide at the age of 65. Even the New York Times, which has lied about gays and lesbians for generations, could not escape the inevitable conclusion:

In recent years, friends said, they began to see signs that Dr. Brandt was having trouble adjusting to some of the less glamorous aspects of his life, one of which was being a single, 65-year-old gay man. He hadn’t been in a relationship since his 20s or 30s.