R.I.P.

Tonight, a former floormate was killed. Morten just told me. R.I.P. Torben.

Edit: Torben was a guy who lived on my floor when I was studying abroad in Copenhagen. I knew him as well as I could, for only having been around him for 2.5 months. We had some beers together. He was always very amiable, asking how I was enjoying Copenhagen and things about school.
Last night, Morten told me that Torben was killed by the Danish police. A doctor had declared him mentally ill and sent officers to his home to get him. Apparently, he was in the middle of a post traumatic stress episode (he served in the military in Bosnia) and attacked them with a sword and a knife. He tried to get one of their guns, and they shot him.
Today, his story was splashed all over the Danish news. From what I could read, he had apparently gotten back in touch with his family for the first time in many years. He was not happy, and said he was going home to them. He had gone earlier yesterday to the hospital to try to get help. They sent him home. When they went to get him, well...everything went wrong.
This was not something he deserved. Torben, I'm so sorry.