It sucks when you're responsible for exposing someone you love to the shitty side of life. You feel like an asshole. It's like when you have to tell your kid sister that there's no such thing as Santa. The look on their face kills you... It's never how it seems in the movies. I think something inside of you immediately realizes that the person is dead and you can't help but be shocked. I think people cry when someone dies because deep down inside they're glad that it wasn't them. I know because in the end, the only person you care about is yourself. You can't get into someone else's head, you can't get into their soul, so in the end, they mean nothing to you. You blink--- And they're gone.