I am (sometimes, not too often) surprised at what people will do.
There was a funeral at our church today. It was for a man my husband's age, who died of a massive heart attack completely unexpectedly - although, hello, that sounds REALLY ridiculous, for what heart attack is expected? - that we had seen at our fancy formal party last week.
I sat in the lot after the school had emptied out and watched the attendees file into the church and I thought about the man who died. I didn't know him except for in passing, but he could have been my husband.