I once read a book about a grief-stricken young man. Problems with a woman? Financial ruin? I don't remember. But as someone started up the stairs (The woman? A money lender? His mother?) to the drawing room where he stood looking out the window and contemplating his sorry life, he made a decision. He jumped. Onto the railings below.
Thus ended his sorry grief-stricken life. I haven't thought of that story in years...until I saw these in Bath.