My exroommate, who turned girls lesbian whenever he touched them, had a brother that committed suicide at age 12 of auto erotic asphyxiation. about 4 months after that, his dad's mouth cancer advances to a stage that it has to be removed. At that point, he's got no lower jaw, and his face is held up by a strap. He stops leaving the house, and shaving becomes a strange thing. He's got the skin from his jaw, but no jaw.
So I went over to help the family out when their septic backed up. Shitty things happen to people even when they are suffering.
And the 3 of us were working this blockage, and the gasses built up in the shit pipe, and exploded onto this poor old man who looked like Aqualung mated with a sock. And the shit popped up in his face, just a sprinkling, but in his struggle to get away from the shit, his strap came undone, and he looked at me with the only expression someone can have without a lower jaw bone, kinda like "The Scream" only with lucid, reality-crushed eyes. And shit spattered about his fallen face. and his tongue hanging out.
The look was priceless. But it was pretty gross. He committed his own suicide later that winter.