Today I met with the bereavement counselor. I agreed with him that the sobbing was to be expected, but explained I could not be spontaneously bursting into tears at work.
"What triggers your tears at work?" he asked.
"Nothing," I sniffled, "I'l be working and then I start to cry. And it's boring, I mean it's annuities for God's sake. There's nothing about annuities that would make me cry."
"Ah," he said, and sat back. "And what are annuities?" he asked in a tone that suggested he already knew what they were.
And this is edited for content because it's classified, and boring, but essentially I said:
"BLahblah blah insurance blah estimated life span blah blah Death benefits BLAH actuarial tables blah BLAH! Blah blah Death Dead Deathness Dead Death."
And then I don't know what he said because I was dizzy from the big anvil falling on my head.