I guess I'm just a little jaded now days. A fellow lifter unless it's someone I admire or know, I feel nothing for if they get hurt or die.
I mean babies get their heads bashed in every day or starve to death and do I really care? No. If I lived there I'm sure I would, but I don't and I can't magically make myself feel anything for someone I don't know.
What happened to the kid is a tragedy, but killing yourself via smith machine takes talent. It's not so much the fact a 19 year old died lifting weights, but the exact machine and exercise that boggles my mind.