I just showed my wife before and after pictures of Derek, meaning when he was fit and muscular in his early 20's and the recent one of him in a headband and tattoos covering his oil filled body. She was flabbergasted at how much he'd changed in so few years. She also commented that his muscles didn't look real.
We both agreed this was very sad. She asked if his mental illness was akin to anorexia. Indeed it is. My wife is no dumb cookie.
If Derek's life is going to be worth anything, let his mistakes serve as a warning to others to seek help should they become so deluded about what is healthy and what is simply being a freak.
No disrespect to Derek's family, who I imagine warned him he was headed down some wrong paths. Warnings which he didn't heed until it was too late. For those of you my age, imagine he was your son, and for those of you much younger, imagine he was your brother or best friend. A lot of folks probably sincerely wanted to help him along the way. Obviously it didn't work. Let his passing be a lesson to those of you who think you can outsmart science and become superhuman with no negative side effects. Is it worth the risk?