“I feel that judgment for sin is not always as cut-and-dried as some of us seem to think. The Lord said, “Thou shalt not kill.” Does that mean that every person who kills will be condemned, no matter the circumstances?”
M Russell Ballard. I sometimes wonder if a more accurate translation have said “Thou shalt not murder?”

It must cause him pain that we mortals are so quick to judge on matters we know so little about.

“While one portion of the human race is judging and condemning the other without mercy, the Great Parent of the universe looks upon the whole of the human family with a fatherly care and paternal regard. … He is a
wise Lawgiver, and will judge all men, not according to the narrow, contracted notions of men, but, ‘according to the deeds done in the body whether they be good or evil,’ or whether these deeds were done in England, America, Spain, Turkey, or India. … We need not doubt the wisdom and intelligence of the Great Jehovah; He will award judgment or mercy to all nations according to their several deserts, their means of obtaining intelligence, the laws by which they are governed, the facilities afforded them of obtaining correct information, and His inscrutable designs in relation to the human family; and when the designs of God shall be made manifest, and the curtain of futurity be withdrawn, we shall all of us eventually have to confess that the Judge
of all the earth has done right.” Joseph Smith.

A young woman’s father took his life when she was five years old. They were not members of the church. When I was growing up,” she relates, “I had the subtle feeling that there was something he very much wanted me to do for him. I had been taught in my church that he had murdered himself and was in hell. But it seemed to me that even though he had been wrong to kill himself, he had thought he was doing the family a favor. (He was an alcoholic who couldn’t shake the habit.) I began to search the Bible to see what might have happened to him. As time went by, I came to know that he had somehow suffered through his problems—and that now he needed me to do something for him. I kept thinking, ‘But what can you do for someone who is already dead?’ And the answer would come, ‘Someday, if you keep searching, you will know.’ “Eventually I was baptized into the Church and went to Ricks College. When I first heard of baptism for the dead, I was overwhelmed. Now I knew what my father wanted me to do! I did the necessary work and sent his name to the Idaho Falls Temple, where I had the privilege of seeing a brother baptized by proxy for my father. His endowment work was done the same month. I have a strong feeling that he has accepted both ordinances and is greatly blessed by it.” An example used in a talk by M Russell Ballard

A man I knew and admired got to the point of where he wanted to commit suicide. He wanted me to bring him a handgun. Mixed emotions. I knew how tough his set of choices was. Third wave at Omaha beach, first wave in the relieving forces at the battle of the bulge, he was now in the grip of his toughest fight ever. Years earlier he had a stroke when he was in his eighties. The next day the nurse helping him made a mistake and let him fall, breaking his leg on the side he had the stroke on. He would never again get out of his bed by himself again. He could not return to his home ever again. Ended up in a Veterans home. Pretty nice one as those go, but a vet home. His wife sold most of their belongings (often at yard sale prices) and sold the family home at what I thought was a great loss to be able to move nearby. As his health declined he sometimes despaired. Would not, could not bring him a handgun. Sympathized but it was not right. A year and a half later after a long run of consecutive 12 hour midnight shifts I got off work at five in the morning on Christmas day. Went home and called his wife and wished her a merry Christmas, Told her I was going to call her husband. She told me to wait long enough to give her time to get his room in intensive care. Called him and wished him a merry Christmas. Told him I was looking forward to seeing him in paradise. Mary took the phone and told me he was quite excited, to tell him again whatever I had just told him. I told him I was looking forward to seeing him in paradise. Mary told me he had smiled and looked relaxed. Others called him that Christmas day. That afternoon his wife told him that he had fought the good fight, he had ran the race, that he had kept the faith, that he had her permission to go. She was that kind of lady. He passed soon after. A bit over a year later I had the great privilege of doing the work for him.