Yet Another Unsolicited Family Story Where Somebody Dies

I stopped by my grandmother's place today to pick up the paperwork for my grandfather's mooring, and to return the copy of Emma that she loaned me.  The actual book was in two volumes, in an old edition (maybe it was the Winchester edition?), bound in leather and fancy paper, with illustrations and very nice typefaces and pages.  We talked about the books themselves -- I borrowed the book just because I wanted to read the story, but there was a special pleasure in reading it on those particular old and handsome pages.  "They used to belong to the wife of an uncle of mine," my grandmother told me.  "It was quite a ghastly story, those two."  I raised my eyebrows, and she went on.  "First, he committed suicide.  Then, not long after, she committed suicide.  He was not a very successful man, and she made her disappointment known.  She was very critical.  After he committed suicide, I think the guilt got to her."   Yikes.   

It seems there are more of these gory family tales than I knew.