Depends. Sometmes it's apathy, sometimes I just cry and get depressed, and sometimes I Get furious on the cause of death.
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When my grandfather died, I cried a lot, and felt horrible for months. I was 7 too. When my great-grandmother died, a year or so later, I hardly cared. I was always close to my father's parents(it's just my widowed grandmother for the paast 11 years), but not as much to the older members of my mother's family.
When my second late aunt(the first died before I was born) died of cancer when I was 13, I was at the 30th day of death "ceremony" where you put the actual stone grave over the coffin, and I cried so hard that my eyes were poofy for days. It was sad to see my father, last remaining aunt, grandmother and cousins cut their clothes' necklines in moruning. Yet when my second cousin committed suicide, I was too busy being furious over they hyporcity and diplomacy rulling the family, and the very things leading to her death being present at her funeral to actually grieve hard enough.
Ning-Shu
Depending on how close we were, I listen to songs that remind me of the person, write poetry about them. I absolutely cry, a lot.
You might think it's selfish, but I personally need the catharsis of acknowledging that person is no longer a part of my life. I end up reliving a lot of my favorite moments with them.
If it's someone who died young, I end up feeling super remorseful for all of the things they are not going to have a chance to do. A friend of mine was murdered. He was working at an extremely prestigious lab on how to cure cancer, and I truly believe he would have made a huge difference in the medical community. I spent a few weeks grieving over the fact the world lost such a talented and giving person.
I think it's sad to fail to mark the passing of a person. If they meant something to you, changed your life for the better, I want to both mourn and celebrate the individual.
Just to let you know, I grieve for your murdered friend too.
crying
Two of my aunts died of cancer, my father went through living hell to survive his, Either me, my last remaining aunt from my father's side or my cousins are going to be next. Your friend could have found a curet hat would save me and/or my family, but that horrible person that murdered him intervened.
ewwygooey
Death is the greatest blessing of all ~ Socrates
It's a blessing diffcult to accept.
Masochist Marduk
I try to bring them back with necromancy, durrr.
Trust me, if non-just-enslaving necromancy existed(you can preserve a person's brain stem and make them your slave, I heard), I'd be dead serious about this answer.
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