I've just learned that my ex-husband was killed yesterday.
He was in a head-on collision and was pronounced dead at the scene, in spite of seat belts and airbags, so he didn't suffer. That's good. The driver and passenger of the other car only had minor injuries, so that's also good.
Philosophically, death is not tragic. It's not the end of life, just a change. But my reaction has surprised me. I guess there is no philosophy in grief. I'm not sorry for him. I'm actually a little jealous. But his parents must be miserable. And his siblings and extended family. And me.