I have two ways of dealing with death when someone I know dies. Anger, and dark humor.


For me, sympathy's cheap. I get paid to sympathize, and... I get pissed off when other people sympathize during situations like this, because it seems trite and meaningless. Even when I know that it's not.


So, stripping away my anger, my snark, my urge to run terrified, I'm left with just one thing to say:


This fucking sucks, Athus. I'll miss you.



EDIT: You know what I hate? How... like, how you'll manage to forget for just a second what happened, something will come along and distract you for a bit, and then... out of nowhere, your brain is like, "Hey, guess what? Your friend died." And then it hits you all over again, just like it did when first finding out.