Then as we settled down into craft making, game-playing, and chatting mode, our English teacher walked into the class. Her nose was bright red, and I could tell she had been crying. [...] Then the school principal, who was also crying, walked in.
Our principal moved to the front of the class and we immediately fell silent, wondering what could have possibly happened.
"I have some very bad news about Derek."
Suddenly, I knew. I knew in my heart what happened, but I prayed to God I was wrong.
"Last night, Derek died."
A mourning silence fell on the class. No one moved. For a second, there was complete stillness. Then, suddenly, everyone was crying.
— Chicken Soup for the Soul, "Derek"
Luke Warm: NOTHING?!? (voice breaks down) This is awful!
Ida Normer: (whines) THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!
Pierre Blue: It makes me so sad!!! (they all sob in failure)
Sonny Friendly: (while carrying his teddy bear) Well, I guess we can't all be winners! Huh? (laughs with joy) Well, Thank you very much and we will see you again next time on The Crying Game Show. (to his teddy bear) Oh, Teddy! It's good to have you back!
Negan: (to Rick's group) You can breathe, you can blink... you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that!
(Rick's group weeps as they're Forced to Watch Negan bludgeon Abraham, then Glenn to death, right in front of them)
Chester leaned between everyone to lay his stethoscope on Junior’s chest. Sinead scooted aside to make room. The gathering pulled their crying back and watched him with large, worried eyes.
He moved the stethoscope up, down and to each side. After a moment, he withdrew, head bowed, and pronounced what they all dreaded.
“He’s gone.”
Everyone cried at the same time. Even Bruce, who normally walked away to break down.
Tears welled in Sinead’s eyes as she took Junior’s glasses off, folded the arms and set them aside.
Into his ear, she whispered, “Bye, grandpa. I hope it’s really pretty where you are.”
He moved the stethoscope up, down and to each side. After a moment, he withdrew, head bowed, and pronounced what they all dreaded.
“He’s gone.”
Everyone cried at the same time. Even Bruce, who normally walked away to break down.
Tears welled in Sinead’s eyes as she took Junior’s glasses off, folded the arms and set them aside.
Into his ear, she whispered, “Bye, grandpa. I hope it’s really pretty where you are.”
— Super Mario Bros. fic Vicissitude
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