When I miscarried my daughter on the weekend of Hurricane Katrina (catastrophic devastation, for those who may be unaware), Aug 2005, one "sister" said, "Well, at least you still have your house." Another asked me, "Do you know what killed the baby? Stress. I bet it was stress." WTF?!
When my aunt (nonJW) shot herself in July 2007, my husband (who I love dearly) was just so ..... uncaring and, frankly, assholey, about it all. No concept whatsoever about what I was going through. I was in the grocery store that day when I got the call and I called him and told him, "Babe, I can't do this. I need you to come get me." He called me no less than 3 times to complain that he couldn't get the kids to cooperate and put their shoes on so he could leave. We lived a mile from the grocery store. It should have taken him only minutes to be there for me. When I'd grieve some weeks later, he tried to come in and get me to get over it. Very irritating. Ok, I'm clearly still pissed about that.