I hate it when people I don't know or care about tell me about the deaths of their loved ones. This one time, a guy that lives in my building was doing laundry, and I walked in and started to take my stuff out, and he was like "Yeah, my daughter died the other day." WTF!? Just out of the blue like that "Yeah, my daughter died" Do I know you? Why the fuck are you telling me this nonsense? Do you really think I care? Do you think I'm gonna go back to my apartment, lay down in bed and cry because your daughter died? Fuck no! Anyway, I just looked at him and said "Oh, ok", and continued taking my stuff out. True story.