Wednesday January 13 1943
Wally & I went up to funeral home tonight to see Carl. He looked grand. His sister Dorothy had talked to Mary & Mother & told them more of the circumstances. A fellow Carl worked with had come home with him in P.M. for a “drink”. He had gone to bed in Carl’s room & left his gun in his coat on a chair. (A guard where Carl worked.) Evidently Carl took the gun, wrapped himself in blankets & shot.
His friend Art Stayer who was to visit him next week was at the funeral home & and let me read the letter he had from Carl Monday morning. Nothing at all to indicate despondency and he left no note. Suicide??