1) Being in the room when anything I love dies, be it family/friend/animal.
2) Telling a dear friend that someone they love has died (see: Heather's Dad on Tuesday morning; Craig Falbe in 1998).
Urgh. It's always so hard losing someone important, even beyond the ways it breaks you down like you never imagined. Everything becomes Before vs. After. Alas, the only way to make death easier is to go right directly through all the shit just to get the other side where you might smile again.