The two I can think of weren't elders but their wives. Both were after my Mom died.
The first...my Mom lived 5 hours away from me and I worked full time. For the last few months of her life, I travelled to see her every other weekend, missing weekend service and meetings. In addition, the KH was in the middle of renovations so instead of a Thursday night school and service meeting, it was moved to Friday, which I missed because of the visits (I did go to other congregations' meetings as I could, but everyone didn't know about it...my bookstudy conductor and his assistant - both elders - did). However, everyone in my KH knew Mom was in her final stages. After she died and I made it to a meeting, this elder's wife approached me deliberately and asked me if I was in the congregation. Surprised, I said yes. She said "Well, we never see you." I responded that I'd been out of town visiting my Mom who passed away. She said "Yes, I heard about that." and walked away without another word.
The second...after feeling the love from comments like that, combined with the horrific social anxiety I was experiencing, I was having trouble getting to meetings. I -finally- made it to two meetings in a row (Sunday and Thursday). At both, the topic was death. The public talk, the Watchtower both were over 50% about it. The Thursday night school was about the Reasoning Book topics...death. After the school I was overloaded. I was almost hysterical feeling that the comfort and balm I should be feeling there was like salt in the wound. I didn't want to think about death or dying, I wanted something to distract me. I left midway through the two meetings (which was actually a fairly common occurrance in that hall). An elder's wife followed me out of the hall and physically restrained me from leaving...to tell me that no one would help me if I didn't come to meetings, and that included Jehovah.
Talk about kicking someone when they're down...