The post by Cheez about the unfortunate passing of his mother, brought up a memory of a brief conversation with my JW father. This was about 5 years ago and it just occurred to me this was the last time we talked. Hopefully there's a point that can add to the discussion...
I had already faded a years earlier, and had been separated from my JW ex-wife for a few months (eventually divorced). She called me one day crying and in complete devastation – her mother had suddenly passed away that morning to the shock of all. She was only in her late 50s. My parents of course we're fairly close to her parents, so I made the call to my father to inform him of the sad news.
I will never forget his response. He rather casually said, with no sign of sadness or emotion, "well, these things happen". It was if I had just told him I got a speeding ticket. Or spilled some coffee on my pants. The rest of the convo was short...a casual catchup. It was very surreal. Looking back I'm sure he was trying to make a "witness". Show me how strong his faith in the resurrection/paradise earth was. But it was cold and robotic. It wasn't human.
Perhaps the point from that story is that death and grieving, no matter how painful, are natural processes. It is human to cry and feel pain. It is human to eventually die. My father's desire to believe in an "afterlife" was so strong it stripped him of all natural human response. Getting off the phone I remember thinking about how chilling it was to be so emotionless - the tyranny of intransigent belief.