waiting for boyfriends landlord to call me to let me know if he’s ok after another threat

I haven’t been able to respond until now. No, he was no okay. After calling police in the morning after his landlord told me by law he couldn’t go in his apartment, I waited 5 hours for a call from DPD. I couldn’t stand it so I just started calling Richards cell every 2 mins. Then texting if someone was there to please contact me, that i was the one who called. His call was on, and that’s how I really knew something was wrong. He always turned it off at night. I kept calling and calling and calling. Then at 2:15 I got a restricted call. My heart went to my stomach, because I knew. It was a detective with Detroit Homicide. He kept asking me question after question. I then started begging him to tell me if he was alright. If he was there or not. Sometimes he wold say he was going to do it, then I’d call rescue, and he’d leave before they got there. I was hoping with all of my might that’s what had happened. After about 5 mins of torture, he said, “Richard has succeeded in his plan.” I was like, WHAT? What does that mean??? He just repeated it. I didn’t know at the time that he really didn’t have to tell me because I’m not next of kin. After that I don’t remember what happened. The detective called me again asking me about his family. How to contact them. Richard cut off contact with them 2 years prior. His is a very sad story of child abuse, and he suffered so much due to his ‘family’ I told him their names, because I had to. Well, I decided to contact them thru Facebook. I told his ‘mother’ and her boyfriend. Long story short, he had a huge family. Aunts uncles cousins sisters brothers..etc. Not ONE of them would fly out from Texas ( Richard was in Michigan, near me) to identify his body. NOT ONE. They asked ME. I wasn’t going to, then decided that I’d do it for Richard. So, I did. He used a rifle to his right temple. I had to go to the Detroit Medical Examiners and go in a room and look to a monitor and see his face. It was so bloody and dark it was hard to tell. But I saw his left eyebrow, and I knew. He had arched thick eyebrows. I don’t think I can talk about what happened next. I will be able to in the future I hope. It involves them asking me to go to his apartment to gather up his things and mail them out to them. He killed himself there, so this was even harder for me. I can’t even begin to tell you how horrible this has been. Not only dealing with his death, but his family. My God, how can people act like this? There is a special place in Hell for them all. His body was flown out to Texas, the place of his abuse, the place he said he’d never ever go back to. He was in the Navy,( discharged 2 years prior due to suicide attempts) so the military paid, if they hadn’t, his body wouldve stayed at the medical examiners. They sent me a picture of his viewing, which in the first place shocked me. He shot himself in the HEAD. They had him dressed in a black suit, with a red satin shirt and a black tie with a verse from the bible on it. He was an ATHEIST. He looked unreal to me. Everything he hated was on him. It’s the most horrible experience I’ve ever been through. I’ll never get over it.