Welcome to the first installment of “Dear Callous Stranger,” an advice column of some sort.
Dear Callous Stranger, Maybe "It was just her time to die" was not the best thing to say to your secretary, who was crushed by the recent suicide of her sister. Signed, Angry Annna
Dear Angry Annna,
Holy fucking shit.
A Brief Note to Everyone Else
I’d like to offer a word of advice to all acquaintances of the bereaved (other than Annna’s boss, who will be fired into the Sun for the sake of humanity).
I know that you feel the need to say something, something, to co-workers who are grieving, but please consider shutting the fuck up. If you lack the empathy to realize that your input is neither wanted nor required, try not saying anything at all. Almost anything you say will sound like nails on a chalkboard at best, a dental drill in bone at worst.