Hari-ferry

From the NYT :

"The exact cause of the 3:20 p.m. accident was not clear last night. But law enforcement officials said the ferry's pilot fled the scene to his home in the Westerleigh neighborhood of Staten Island, barricaded himself in a bathroom, slit his wrists and shot himself twice in the chest with a powerful pellet gun."

Pellet gun? What, couldn't he get a butter knife? No fly swatter handy?
I imagine this guy trying to kill himself with an ant trap peeled open on his tongue. "The package said contents may be hazardous!" Or "Thuh pathath sath conthenth thay thee hathathduzz!"

Also : Twice!

Okay, for those of you who didn't have a pellet gun as a child, a lot of them work on compressed air. On most of them you have to manually pump that air in; it's sort of a musket situation where you really have to work for every shot.
So, I imagine this guy, still wearing his pilot's hat (which always look kinda jaunty no matter what's going on), wrists slit and spewing blood like a Python gag, one pellet already embedded in his chest, sitting there, not dying, trying to suss out if he's dying enough yet or should he go through the hassle of trying to get another shot loaded, primed, pumped and then shoot himself again, and then the cops barge in.
"Sir! Drop that semi-harmful almost-weapon!"

I would have been the first to die on this thing, btw.
Not only do I like window seats, but I'd have had all kinds of unfounded and ignorant faith in the structure of the boat. My last words would have been something like "woah, cool.. really looks like this thing is going to hi-"