It is sad when people die, but I worry about those who are left behind who are grieving and missing the person. The dead person is dead, so nothing is happening with them. What does trouble me is when people commit suicide.
My Tradie Brother's neighbour's son did recently. Middle Eastern oil worker, so plenty of money. Caring parents. Girlfriend who he was about to marry. Nice new house just completed, all ready for them to move into. Never been any sign of any mental illness. Thirty years old, so many years ahead of him before he became a disillusioned grumpy old man, yet he hung himself by the neck until he was dead.
His father who worshiped him is inconsolable.
His life has been analysed in minute detail and no one can work out why. Some people seem to have lives full of troubles and tortures, yet this guy did not.
I just don't understand.