The Courier, battered and beaten, his heart sunk and darkened after the battle for Hoover Dam, was soon coming to the end of the Lonesome Road. For the longest time the only place he had to live was in the dirty, used room in Freeside he got for free for helping the Garrets with their tab issues. He had become addicted to chems and alcohol and he wasn't proud of himself at all. All of his companions that weren't dead left him because of what he had become. So, one dark lonely night, after he had paid a dirty hooker to… Do her business with him. After she had left, he rethought everything that happened, to him it seemed like all his fault. He had stripped himself of his clothes and weapons for what had just happened before, so he took his NCR Ranger Vet Armour and placed it neatly on the bed, as well as all of his weapons, except for one. It was a special pistol, only given to Ranger Vets after 20 years of service. He kept that in his hand. He sat on the bed and took a few pictures from the pockets of his armour. They were pictures of all the companions he had along the way, Cass, Boone, Veronica, Ganon, Lilly, Rex, ED-E, everyone that had ever traveled with him. He looks down and them and frowns, tears starting to flow down his face and onto the pictures. He shook his head violently and threw them across they room. He firmly places the barrel of the gun against his temple, chocking out a few more tears. He took one last breath, and held it while while pulling the trigger. Bits and chunks of his brain and skull everywhere on the wall. His body fell in that direction to, flopping onto the sheets silently and lightly. The only way anyone would know he died was the gunshot. But gunshots were so frequent in Freeside, so he body just sat there for a few weeks before someone smelled his body rotting. After his body was found, they just threw it into a dumpster behind the Atomic Wrangler, and traded his armour and weapons for caps. Wasn't fitting, but Jason would think it was the death he deserved.