Hard times? "Boohoohoo! I'm an acclaimed, rich, world-famous actor who everyone loves and could take my pick of any woman (and possibly any man, if he swung that way) on this planet." The fact that his corpse was found by his own personal masseuse really says it all. Hell, I'll make sure I don't keep any easily swallowed medicines that I could overdose on around if I ever make it big and have my own personal masseuse, just in case my giant bed of money and women isn't as big as I thought it would be.
Suicide used to be meaningful. Now it is the reserve of attention-seekers. People who are genuinely suicidal because they've been dealt a shit hand in life have a reason, but it wasn't like this guy seemed to be screaming for help. Considering he was purportedly seeing one of Australia's hottest supermodels, most people would buy him a pint, not a self-help book.
Of course, it could still be that he accidentally took an overdose, in which case he's just an idiot.