Generally speaking, when I hear about someone dying, the first thing that pops into my head is irritation and dread because I know I am going to be thrust into an emotional quandary for several moments, a moral struggle that deep down I know will end with me resolving not to let my conscience bother me when I finally accept that I never really intended on going to their funeral anyhow. Dead people are a pain in the ass.... the upside, though, is that that is last time they will burden you with their problems.