I remember Toys. I had (maybe still have, I'm not sure, I've moved a few times since then) the cinema poster for it. I loved and hated that film both at the same time.
Like so many of us, he distracted himself from his own feelings by making everyone around him as happy as he could - and it only works for so long.
All those people who come out after a death like his and say "you can talk to me". Pff. You want to know who is closest to the edge? There's the class clown, and the invisible kid. You want to help someone who's struggling? Go find the person who is trying to make everyone else's life better. Or the one who floats through the day without anyone noticing. Either of them. Then less people will suffer like he did.
Sorry, I'm a soppy, angry, crying mess now, so I'll stop.
If I believed in an afterlife, I'd like to think he knew how many smiles he made.