A/N: okay, this obviously takes place after the finale. Basically one of the characters commits suicide and how the other members deal with it. This is very sad. I might also make this very depressing…so you've been warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own Friends, it all belongs to its respective owners.
Here he was, sitting in his small apartment, having nothing better to do than to sit around. For once he was thinking, and it was not amounting to great. What had his life amounted to? Nothing really. For the past ten years he'd had the time of his life, a bachelor, an actor, but most of all he'd had the best friends anyone could ask for. But they were all moving away, and now he'd have no one to hang out with, no one's fridge to raid. But whatever he thought it came back to that one question,
What had his life amounted to?
Nothing, was the answer. His friends were all gone, the woman he secretly loved was happily married and expecting her first child, his career had gone down the drain. His life had amounted to nothing.
So what could he do?
Again, nothing was the answer. He was destined to sit around on his chair forever until he died. There was no way he could change that, well there was, and it seemed only appropriate at the time, then to waste his life lounging around.
He stood up and paced the room, then grabbed some paper and a pen, there were five sheets of paper. He wrote each of his friends names on the paper and wrote small notes to each of them, then when that was finished, he stood up and grabbed a pack of painkillers from the cupboard, and a glass of water from the tap. After swallowing the pills, Joey Tribbianni fell asleep. He never woke up again