The first time around, Clint Malarchuk did not want to die. The second time, 19 years later, he didn't give a damn.
"Look what you made me do," Malarchuk said to his fourth wife, Joanie, right after sending a .22-caliber bullet through his chin, tongue, several teeth, roof of his mouth and a nasal cavity where it came to rest just millimeters from his brain.
Joanie, who met her husband in San Antonio in 2004 when he worked as goalie coach of the AHL's Rampage, started the mental checklists of being a widow.
"It became almost like an out-of-body experience at that second," she said.