Not highschool, because I spent too much time skipping and getting high in the 'big city', but more middle school. My hometown is a very isolated northern community of 500 people. So any deaths in the community hits everyone hard. We call everyone cousin/auntie/uncle/granny/grampa regardless of relation.
My next door neighbors father killed himself in the bathroom before school started. We are close in age and were good friends and would walk to school together. One morning as I left the house I noticed a lot of people outside her house and the mother just outside. We don't talk much anymore, but from what I gather from facebook she has alcohol problems and doesn't have custody of her 3 children. I guess she's working on it.
My cousins father killed himself one night after partying with a shot to the head on top of the roof. Don't remember much of it. We're close as can be considering she lives across the country from me, but she visits every summer with her boyfriend. Oh and a couple of years later her brother did the same.
My second cousin died in a ski-doo/snowmobile accident one winter. He got stuck under his machine overnight while on suicide hill and froze to death. He was young and close friends with the first cousin above.
There are a lot more suicides that I don't want to list, one night I counted and I think I finished at 7 or 8 before we moved away (including the ones I'm listing).
My father killed himself when I was 14, leaving 4 children and a young mother. I'm 28 now. He really fucked up my family. They still mourn him. I don't really, he screwed us over bad but because of his selfish, cowardly act we were put on a different path. One that led me here with a good life. Sometimes when all of our family is together, our stomachs are sore from laughing and we're happy, I stop and think to myself "Hah, this is what he's missing out on". I don't believe in heaven or hell, but if they're real, I hope he's looking up at us and hurting bad. Sometimes I say it in the hopes that he can hear me.
All of the funerals were held at the only school in town. Which taught all of the grades, from kindergarten to grade 12.
Not really related, but on April 1st my younger brother hung himself. My sister and I live across the country and we both flew home to be with mum and my remaining brother. He was going to be 18 on April 9th. The highschool he went to was very supportive and they held a memorial for him and did all these sorts of stuff for our family. Giving us pictures and all of his projects and shit. I'm still furious with him and kind of disgusted as well, but I can't really blame him since he was just a baby when his father died. We had our differences but I hope he knew that despite them I always loved him.