Are you actually joking?!
When my grandad died, my world shattered. I sat in a nursing home convincing my Nan to keep living because my heart needed her to. Outside the window, I watched everyone at the shop opposite carry on posting their letters, buying their doritos and taking the piss out of each other. Their worlds continued and there was nothing, fuck all I could do to change it, or put mine back together again.
That's life, unfortunately, very unfortunately but it is. A day of special programming is enough.
Sorry that was a bit deep for someone who once compared a brummie backstabber to a dementor...