There isn’t any way for me to say if he was or wasn’t selfish. I’m not in his head. I don’t know what he was thinking about what would happen or wouldn’t. There isn’t any way of knowing without a note, and even then it’s a toss up if the person really knew.
Hell, the only thing that prevented me from committing suicide when I was in a very black phase was the idea of leaving a body behind for someone to stumble across. I
was horrified at the notion. But, like I already said, I also had reason to believe that I would get better, and hope is the thing that so many suicides simply don’t have.
Suicides are often suffering from tunnel vision. Maybe he didn’t know that she wouldn’t get the insurance. Maybe he didn’t think about who would find his body. Maybe it’s not that he knew these things but did them anyway, but that he was incapable of thinking about “Who will find my body?” Maybe he desperately needed to imagine that someone who loved him would find his body, not to horrify them but to feel that last glimmer of love, a sort of “I can be at peace with my loved one.”
We can’t know. What we can know is that he was desperate. Maybe desperate and selfish. Maybe desperate and foolish. Maybe desperate and irrational. But desperate.
Some suicides are committed with the intent to wound, to hurt or destroy the people left behind. There’s no defense for those actions.