Bad ways to break bad news...

Inspired by Catsix’s post.

Like Catsix, I have a mom with terrible bad-news breaking skills.

Once my mom called me at work and we had this nice conversation. She ends with, “Oh by the way, we’re pretty sure Miller’s dead. We haven’t seen her in weeks.” WHAT??? Miller was my cat through my teenage years. We lived in the country and when I moved to the city I left her with my folks. I adored that cat, but she would not have been happy in the city. Why oh why did she think it would be a good idea to tell me AT WORK??? My boss came by and felt so sorry for me he gave me time off.

The worst of all…I got an email at work saying my cousin Robert had died. “Just wanted to let you know Robert passed away last night.” He was older, but not old (mid-60’s) and he’d been in the hospital, but it was still a blow. And this is NOT information you email someone AT WORK. This was the man from my childhood whose unannounced arrivals meant all work stopped and we went out to dinner or spent the day just talking and hearing his stories. He was something of a nomad, always travelling, never had a schedule. He’d just show up. Nothing made us kids happier than the words, “Hey everyone! Roberts here!”. Yep, so for some reason my mom thought it would be a good idea to email me at work about his death. I was so upset I couldn’t even drive home. Just sat there at my desk crying.

So, anyone else have parents (or anyone) who break bad news to you in really bad ways?

When my step mom died, my dad decided he didn’t have enough time to call and tell me. Somehow one of my neighbors knew and came and told me. Thank goodness, because I went to church that day and they announced it in the meeting. Dad called me after church to say, “Oh, sorry you had to hear it in church.” He also called and left a message on an answering machine at my sisters work. :eek:

My Grandad had cancer and was spending his remaining time in a nursing home. They phoned at 3am to tell my mum he had passed away. My mum went straight to the nursing home without waking me up. When I went downstairs in the morning my mum was already back, and she told me what had happened. A few minuites later a found a note that said

“Sorry, your Grandad has died. I’m at the nursing home. Love Mum”

My mum has put it there in case she hadn’t returned before I woke up. She was going to tell me in a NOTE! I’m really glad she got back in time to tell me in person.

There was another incident involving a police officer, and I’d like to say that if you turn up at a family home to tell them that their son/brother has been hit by a car, and it is unclear whether he’ll pull through - try to act like you care what happens to the guy.

Sometimes you go on a weird autopilot when there has been a death at it all hits you at once that not only has the person died, but you have a huge amount of administrative stuff that must be done (have the body collected, funeral stuff, probate stuff).

Even when you think you’re prepared, your brain can get mushy and you do odd things.

My father had been so sick from cancer, we were expecting him to die at any time. “Any time” came and we were still sort of taken by surprise. My then- girlfriend was hiking in the woods and couldn’t be reached. (We lived together) I left her a note to tell her I had to leave town immediately due to my father… She figured it out right away.

The weird part, was at the bottom of the note I’d added: “Sorry, I left dirty dishes in the sink. Didn’t have time to wash them.”

There’s an old joke that the family of a friend of mine has adopted as their personal joke:

A guy goes on vacation and asks his brother to look after his cat. The first night, he calls back and asks how his cat is. His brother says, “Dude, she’s dead. She ran into the street and got hit by a car.”

Distraught, the guy on vacation says, “You could have broken that to me a little more gently! You could have said, like, she’s stuck up on the roof and we can’t get her down. Then the next day you could have said she was still up there and not doing too good. Then you could have said she fell off and got taken to the hospital. Then the next day you could have said she died in her sleep. By the way, how’s mom?”

His brother said, “She’s stuck up on the roof and we can’t get her down.”

My mom used to work for the same company I work for so it was not unusual for her to come back to my desk to chat every now and then. Around 8:30 one morning she comes back and starts the usual chit-chat… “How are the kids?” “What are you doing for lunch today?” Same old stuff. Then she tells me, “Your dad just called. Grandpa died this morning.” :eek: It didn’t really hit me right away but after a few minutes I just lost it and started bawling hysterically. My boss came out of his office to see what was wrong and my mom told him. He sent me home for the rest of the day. It sucked.

A woman answers the door and finds a policeman and policewoman standing there.

The policeman says, “Good morning. Are you the widow Jones?”

Puzzled she replied, “My name is Jones but I’m not a widow.”

“Well, you are now.”

Which reminds me of a skit I saw…

Very loud Sergeant-Major on a parade ground having to break bad news, barks to a line of squaddies;

“AttennnnnnSHUN! All those with a Ma and Pa still alive, Two Steps Forward…
Simmons - where the hell do you think you’re going…”

My entire family (me included) has poor communication skills when it comes to passing bad news around. But my father probably wins the prize.

Not long after the twins were born, I sent my grandmother a combination Christmas card/ photo of her great-grandkids. It came back marked “deceased.”

I asked my father when she died. “October.”

“It’s December now! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’ve had your hands full the last couple of months.”

Please, people, don’t tell me of a death in the family while I’m sleeping.

My aunt Sarah died in February after a long illness. I was staying with my cousin (A.) in SoCal so my mother could be with Sarah during her last week of life. The night before was real bad, and the cousin and I considered staying at the hospital. We went home at the urging of our respective parents.

Fast forward to the next morning. A. received the call from my mom letting us know that Sarah had passed away a short while before. I was deep in sleep on the dining room floor so A. came to wake me up. According to her, she said, “Sarah passed away.”

“Oh.” One of those (not-so-) handy responses I store in my brain for the rare occasion when someone asks me a question and I want to get back to dreaming. (Just like when I gave my car away. It was nice to wake up to an empty parking space.)

So A. asks me a few minutes later if I would like to go to the hospital with her. I snap awake because I don’t want her to leave without me. I am oblivious to what transpired a few minutes earlier. I do take stock of the clues that something is “terribly wrong”: A’s crying in her boyfriend’s lap, and on the way to the hospital she talks on the phone about meeting in the “family room” (a room designated on the floor as a place to convene after the death of a patient). Still half asleep, I don’t analyze any of this.

We arrive and head up to the floor where Sarah’s room is. We see my mom in the family room, and she comes over and hugs us. She tells us that most of the family is in the room and that we should go in if we’d like. Still clueless. Walk in the room and notice Sarah’s mom laying with her on the bed. Curious about everyone crying. Curious about the fact that the IVs are gone and the heart/pulse/whatever monitor thing is giving very odd readings. Finally get stifled enough by the emotion flowing and back out of the room.

I sit in the family room and start a conversation with my mother. “I don’t want to be there when…”

“Oh! She’s already gone…”

Embarrassment, relief and delayed confusion sure make for an interesting combo of feelings.

I’m guilty of this.

My mom knew this guy, John Doe, from work and from time to time, she would talk about him. When he was murdered they talked about it on the news.

She came home from the gym and I didn’t know if she’d heard or not.

Me “Weren’t you friends with that John Doe guy?”

Her “Yes (puzzled)”

Me “Yeah…he’s dead.”

Her “What?”

Me “Yeah, he was murdered last night. It’s on the news.”

Stolen from South Park:

Um… Everyone who has a grandma, step forward.

Uh, not so fast, girls. . .

There was an old Mad Magazine cartoon, by Dave Berg, hell, it was probubly an old vaudeville routine for all I know:

Western Union Guy: knocking on doorTelegram, sir.

Man: “Hey, you know, I’ve never had a singing telegram before, could you you sing it please?

Western Union Guy: “Aww… I don’t know sir.

Man: “Please?

Western Union Guy: “Well, O.K…(singing)** your mooooother’s deeeead!**”

I’d have to agree with Eats_Crayons that those delivering the news can be suffering from the shock as well and might behave somewhat irrationally, albeit unintentionally.

You might remember when the sonuvabith in Ft. Worth went into the courthouse and started randomly shooting people around the courtroom that had decided against him in a trial. He killed one of my best friends, an old roommate and Dallas attorney who just happened to be there that day, who was a wonderful husband and a father of three young boys.

I called a mutual friend and, not finding him there, left a description of what happened on his answering machine and asked him to call me. I think back about that now and just cringe at the thought. How could I have done that? Simple… I was very much in shock myself and trying to cope but doing so very poorly.

Some people behave magnificently during these situations. My hat’s off to them because Lord knows I think it’s one of the most difficult situations imaginable.

Okay, all the posts so far have been about telling someone about someone else’s passing. Well, this one’s a little different…

A couple of years ago I decided to try university again. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself, but practically everyone my age had left town, and more and more were getting married and whatnot.

To top it all off, the youngest sister of some friends of mine (let’s call her Zyx) had just finished her first year of university. While being a nice guy is great, I really had nothing to offer anyone when it comes to coupling.

So, I went away to university, met some nice people, worked hard but not too hard, kept my depression and headaches under control, made passing marks and, while still uncertain about my future, was hopeful.

Christmas vacation. I’m tired and looking forward to just relaxing at home. My mother picks me up at the train station. The usual small talk about how my trip was and how I can’t wait to see my own bed.

Then, as we’re pulling into the driveway, my mother suddenly blurts out, “By the way, Zyx is engaged.” After sitting there dumbfounded for a bit, all I could say was, “Thanks for ruining Christmas for me, Mom.”

After a very depressing Christmas vacation, I returned to university, failed all my courses in the second half, missed lots of classes with depression and headaches, and didn’t bother to return for a second year.

Anyhoo…

Sorry, Beauty, but I’m a bit confused. Were you upset because you wanted to date Zyx? If not, I’m not sure what was so upsetting. I couldn’t tell from your post.

I just hate it when people delight in sharing bad news. My dad and grandma constantly gossip about the misfortune of people in her small town. They know everyone, but I still think it’s inappropriate dinner conversation to talk about who’s got cancer or who just died.

My mum drives me bonkers because she is will ambush me with bad news – she believes that I am a very delicate person, and any bit of bad news will just crush me.

So she has two approaches:

  1. Like the morning I sleepily drifted into the kitchen, on autopilot, ignoring everyone, and suddenly I realise, she’s standing there by the breakfast table, clearly annoyed at what she has to tell me (anticipating that I will be upset), just droning on and on along the lines of, ‘I have something to tell you, and it’s going to be very upsetting, and I really hope that you do NOT go off, and please try to take this as calmly as possible, etc’

In the meantime I have woken up enough to say, ‘What?’ in annoyance that she is actually trying to have a conversation with a cranky just-out-of-bed 15 year old me, and also feeling panic, confusion, and disorientation, because it’s dawning on me she’s about to tell me something absolutely gutting – and when I finally make sense of what she’s saying, I realised she was telling me that John Lennon had died.

  1. Her other, most common ploy (the one above was unique), is to be chatting with me, and telling me a funny story, or something really cool, or about something really happy, fun fun fun, and then say, whilst I’m laughing, ‘Oh, by the way, your cat died.’ (This is how she broke the news to me about one of my uncles, too :eek: )

As a consequence, I went absolutely ballistic!

I do actually understand her daft logic – she thinks if somehow she gets me into a good mood, the blow won’t be as painful. Like putting a feather mattress under you when you fall off a cliff, I suppose.

I have always requested of friends and family, two things – please just be upfront, but don’t ambush me (It’s ok to say, ‘I have some bad news.’) And second, don’t tell me straight out of my sleep or in the middle of the night – unless it is some sort of emergency when I can actually help or you need help, etc (which I think is really a different situation.)

As for myself…I tend to be forthright, but as compassionate as possible. When I was a young teen, and my dad was sleeping in from working a 11-7 shift, I took a phone call about how his favourite cousin had just died. Being on my way out to play with friends, I wrote a note, and bounced out the door…‘Dad, Ginny’s dead’

:smack:

Fortunately, I got about half way down the drive, thought about what I’d done, and raced back inside the house to sit and wait for him to get up, and tell him more quietly, so he could ring his cousin’s son…he told me later he was devastated by his cousin’s death, but he really appreciated that I sat with him, and told him more quietly…and he did actually laugh about me telling him so bluntly in a note.

Last June I was shopping with Eric and I received a phone call from my sis.
Sis: What are you doing?
Me: Shopping. You?
Sis: So, mom didn’t call you?
Me: Uh, no :confused: why?
Sis: Aunt C. died.
Me: :eek: WTF??? (me getting wierd looks from shoppers around me and Eric looking :confused: )
Sis: Oh… um… yeah so mom is on her way home from work and she’ll call you I guess when she gets home
Me: :eek:

I was very close to my aunt, she was a great person. Only 50. Had a blood clot come loose after routine knee surgury (scoping)

I then almost pass out in the store. Eric and I did finish our shopping- we he did I just sort of followed along crying and stuff. He is telling people I just received news of a death.

Three days later (on my birthday no less) I am driving home from work to get ready to pack to go to the funeral (fly from Vegas to Kansas). My best friend calls me sobbing and tells me that one of our longtime friends (like since we were 5) had died of cancer (she was 27 and had her first child 3 months prior). I was sitting at stop light 5 minutes from home. So I am driving trying to get home as fast as possible. I get in the house and just totally lose it (as would be expected). bawled my eyes out for hours. Too much bad news in one week. :frowning:

Here, on the other hand, is one way of breaking bad news gently. It dates from the early part of the last century – some of you may recognize that the title is mentioned in a James Thurbur story:
No News, or What Killed the Dog
By Nat Mills

A very wealthy man was advised by his physician to go to the mountains for a rest. He said, “You are run down from overwork, too close confinement and tending to your business. The only thing that will restore you to your normal condition is a trip to the mountains, go away where you will forget all about your business and your business associates. Isolate yourself from everyone for a month or six weeks and you may recuperate.”

He went home, told the members of family what the doctor had said, and said, “I’m going to operate on his advice. Now while I’m away I don’t want to be annoyed with letters or telegrams, in fact I’m going where I can’t be reached by either.”

So he went away and was gone about six weeks, returned to the city very much improved in health and very anxious for some news from home. Naturally as he had heard nothing during this time. Got off the train at the station and was met by his colored servant and the following conversation ensued:

He said, “Well Henry, how is everything at home? Is there any news?”

Says, "No Sir, there ain’t no news sir. Says “There ain’t nothing happened. Everything’s just about the same as when you all left.”

Well he said, “You know I am just dying for some word from home now. You can tell me any little thing, no matter how trifling.”

Says, "No sir, ain’t no news sir, ain’t nothing to tell you sir, ain’t nothing happened 'cept ah. . .there’s just one little thing, course it don’t amount to nothing, but long as you are so anxious to know, I’ll tell ya. . .Since you’ve been away your dog died.

Oh, he says, “My dog’s dead eh. Well that’s too bad, what killed the dog?”

“Well sir, the dog, ah, the dog eat some burned horse flesh.”

"And that’s what killed the dog? Eat burnt horse flesh? Where did he get burnt horse flesh to eat?

“Well sir, see your barn burned down. Burned up all the cows and horses and after the fire had cooled off the dog went in and eat some of the burnt horse flesh and that’s what killed the dog.”

“Oh,” he says, “my barn burned down, eh.”

Oh yes sir, the barn, that’s all burned down, the barn."

“Well how did the barn catch fire?”

“Well you see a spark from the house flew over caught onto the barn and burned the barn down, burnt up all the cows and the horses and after the fire had cooled off, the dog went in ate some of the burnt horse flesh and that’s what killed the dog.”

“Oh,” then he says, “my house must have burned too, eh?”

“Oh yes sir. Oh, the house, that’s completely destroyed.”

“Well how did the house catch fire?”

“Well you see they had some candles burning in the house and one of the candles caught on to the lace curtains and curtains caught onto the roof and a spark, a spark few over and caught onto the barn and burned the barn down, burnt up all the cows and the horses and after the fire had cooled off, the dog went in ate some of the burnt horse flesh and that’s what killed the dog.”

“They had candles burning in the house where I have gas and electricity? I never knew a candle in the place.”

Oh yes sir, they had the candles burning all around the coffin."

“Coffin! Who’s dead!”

“Oh yes sir, that’s another little thing I overlooked. Since you’ve been away your mother-in-law died.”

“Oh, my mother-in-law is dead, eh.”

“Yes sir, yes sir, she’s dead alright, no need to worry about that.”

“Well what killed my mother-in-law?”

“Well I don’t know exactly what killed her, sir, but around the neighborhood they say it was from the shock of your wife running away with your chauffeur, but outside of that sir, there ain’t no news.”

That’s the basic gist of it. She passed me by and I was trying to catch up. But she was going really fast. :rolleyes: And my mother should have know that that news would have had an effect on me.
For the record, I loved university for social reasons - just being around people. Academically, however, standard schooling isn’t for me. Book-smart, self-taught, with little practical skills.

(I previewed this post at least a dozen times trying to get all the sentences to line up. I couldn’t get them lined up right in my last post, so I used the “align center” option. I can spend an hour on one small, meaningless post, just trying to get it to look “right”. Og, help me! :frowning: )

Anyhoo…