necklaces imbued with charms aren't just in movies
KEK @ that window photo lol - foreshadowing to the ironic extreme
"About 7:00 p.m. Carter, awake, entered his mother's room, looking dazed and asking several times, "What's going on?" (102) After a short conversation in which Mrs. Vanderbilt's attempts were to soothe and orient her son, Carter took off, running up the stairs to his bedroom. His mother arrived swiftly behind him. She found him sitting on the low wall of the terrace, one foot on the floor, the other on the wall. Another short conversation ensued, attempts on the part of his mother to get him away from the wall. He stopped her concerned approach with arm held in a military gesture for "stop!." He wondered, "Will I ever feel again?" (103) He stood, "with a terrible, rigid tenseness, staring past her, past the river as if he didn't see them." (103) Mrs. Vanderbilt suggested calling his new therapist but couldn't remember the number. Carter shouted out the number, then said, "Fuck you!" He stared down, as if mesmerized by the scene fourteen stories below. A helicopter passed overhead. Carter looked up, then back at his mother. He reached his hand out longingly to her. Then he moved "deftly as an athlete, over the wall, holding on to the edge as if it were a practice bar gym, holding firmly and confidently, then he let go." (pp. 104-105)
Carter Cooper was not into alcohol or drugs. His autopsy confirmed none were in his system. He did, however, have a newly prescribed inhaler for his asthma. He was also seeing a therapist, but even his therapist was surprised by his suicide."
http://www.angelfire.com/sd/binah/cooperweb.html
https://www.nytimes.com/1988/07/23/nyregion/ms-vanderbilt-s-son-plunges-to-his-death.html
"Carter Vanderbilt Cooper, a son of the fashion designer and heiress Gloria Vanderbilt, plunged to his death from his mother's East Side apartment last evening, apparently a suicide, the police said.
A police spokeswoman, Sgt. Diane Kubler, said Mr. Cooper, 23 years old, jumped from a 14th-floor penthouse terrace at 10 Gracie Square about 7 P.M., landing in an alley between the building and a walkway next to the East River."
also rot in hell witch