Most recent was during the Deep Purple backed montage in One Day in September .
Other times that come to mind .
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[li]My grandmothers death from cancer[/li][li]My uncles death from cancer (fucking cancer )[/li][li]The minute silence for the the poor innocents blown up in Omagh. I was in work and I was by no means the only one .[/li][li]The mother sitting down on the porch in Saving Private Ryan[/li]Schindlers List nearly killed .
Add a me to the last point .
Um, Ike, these sound like children’s books … in a militia camp!! 
As fer me crying, asides from funerals, I do get misty-eyed at some odd times, including for a few commercials. I almost lost it at the end of Schindler’s List, and (to show where my priorities are) I absolutely lost it at the end of the last episode of The Wonder Years.
Sua
No, I sat there trying to work it out. I’ve figured it out in the years since. 
I haven’t cried in recent times. Must just be me. shrug
Oh, and I was cheering for the North Atlantic when Leo died.
Brian, me too! I was thinking of this moment the entire time I was reading this.
I cry when I hear the National Anthem sometimes.
Old Yeller * sniff *
Beautiful clasical music makes me cry. I love the chorus of voices in Ode to Joy
“People will come, Ray”.Field of Dreams
I cried when I wrote this, particularly the part about Vietnam.
Add me to the pussy list.
I’m 26.
The last time I cried for purely emotional reasons was for the final episode of MASH. I was 8 1/2.
The last time I cried for reasons of pain, was in the seventh grade when my mom broke a hairbrush on my butt after she caught me stealing money from her clothes.
The last time I cried for any reason was in 1993 when I faked it as a manipulative ploy for the forgiveness of my girlfriend.
What really pisses me off though is that is is viewed as me being “insensitive” or “unemotional”. I am perfectly capable of being extremely sad or incredibly happy or phyically hurt. It is just that these things do not cause me to cry. I was never beat or teased for crying, it is just that at some point I stopped
Rest assured, that sort of thing gets to me every time as well. I may not be Irish, but this shit is close enough to call home. Plus, the Dutch do have a stake in the problem itself, which maybe adds to the emotions.
And an “Amen” on the fucking cancer.
I’m so sorry, man. I wish you and your GF all the luck in the world…
I don’t have kids, but I’ve read the book. (I know, I’m female, but I’m gonna post this anyway. ) That is such a touching book. ::sniff:: And the ending is so sweet. ::sniff:: “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my mommy you’ll be.” :
: I have to go…
Schindler’s List of course.
I lost it while reading the paper at work today. A little boy has been missing for a few days, and his body was recently discovered.
Apparently some sub-human scum-licking usseles shitbag tortured and killed the 2-year-old (his girlfriend’s son) and dumped his body in a crack house.
This stuff didn’t used to bother me, but I have a 7 month old girl now, and couldn’t imagine anything happening to her. I’m getting a little watery right now thinking about how she cries when she’s left in a room alone, and then imagining what that little boy was thinking when he was snatched from his mother…
The seven astronauts who perished in the Challenger catastrophe, died at the hands of Ronald Reagan. The only reason the lift off occurred on that day was so that Reagan could talk to a female civilian in space during his State of the Union address. I have heard that there was heavy telecom traffic between Cape Canaveral and the White House that day with demands that the launch occur. This was despite all sorts of engineering recommendations that they scrub the lift-off. Any engineer worth his calculator knows that O-rings harden in freezing conditions.
The space shuttle flies with microwave resistor network chips in it that I designed. (We won’t go into the fact that the president of the company that stole my designs is now serving hard time for stock fraud.) I can still remember coming in to work on my birthday back then feeling rather chipper. Everyone on the office looked as if their puppy had died. Finally someone bothered to tell me what had happened. Yup, the shuttle had blown up on MY birthday.
Having met Reagan personally, I can tell you that I didn’t like him then and I still don’t like him now. Call me cruel, but his current state of health is insufficient payback for sending seven innocent people to their deaths. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Tear up when I see replay of the Challenger disaster. YOU F**KING BET.
Q: What does NASA stand for?
A: Need Another Seven Astronauts.
PS: Anyone who can read “On The Beach” by Neville Chute and stay dry is a psycho.
Movies do it to me, too. Some that come to mind are the end of Schindler’s List, the Marseillaise scene in Casablanca, and several scenes in To Kill a Mockingbird. (When Atticus confronts the lynch mob, and the end of the first day of trial, when the Black minister tells Scout to stand up, because “your father is leaving.”)
JosephFinn said, “Spock’s death in Star Trek II, as he gives his life for his friends and for his crew. Gets me every time.”
That brought tears to my husband’s eyes also; as your post brought them to mine, remembering. Another loss to fucking cancer, dammit.
Omniscient,
I cannot, to this day, think about Walter Payton without getting a little misty-eyed. That man took life by the throat and squeezed.
Every time, when I am watching old clips of Sweetness in action, I tear up, and at the very least break out in gooseflesh.
True. True.
Couple more: Hoosiers and Breaking Away. Non movie events: Lake Placid and Greg LeMond’s unbelieveable come from behind victory in the Tour de France.
Ooh. More sports.
The moment Ayrton Senna went straight in Imolas Tamburello corner, something died inside of me. I immediately knew that there is no way on earth anyone could survive such a crash.
The greatest racer of them all.
Regarding this: also, I has to fight back the tears last sunday, when Michael Schumacher broke down in tears at the press conference after winning the Italian GP. He hadn’t won in a few races and needed this one BAD to remain in the battle for the title. It’s his fifth year at Ferrari, and he still hasn’t won that world title everyone thought he’d clench within three years. It was his home GP - 120,000 tifosi cheering him on. He deserved the win, and boy, was he jumping up and down at the podium. But then came the press conference.
He composed himself right up to this question: “Michael, do you realise that this 41st victory puts you on par with Ayrton Senna?”
He answered, “Yes, I do realise that. And it means a lot to me…”. Then he started crying.
sniff
For some reason, I cry at sad movies, but I also cry at the end of almost every book I read, regardless of whether it’s happy or sad. I can’t really understand this, and it seems to work for non-fiction as well as fiction. Maybe I’m weeping from happiness at actually finishing, or mourning not being around the characters any more.
There’s also a song called ‘Sue’s last Ride (It’s a Fucking Bummer that you Died)’ by Australian instrumental band The Dirty Three which makes me cry for a specific reason - I found out that someone I knew, who also knew the band, had died and I went straight away to listen to that song as loud as I could. When I next saw them play live, it was at a benefit show for this same person’s family, and they played that song with more feeling than I have every heard any band play a song - it went for about half an hour and I cried my eyes out the whole time.
HenrySpencer
I remember in 5th grade, when we were learning about space and the Challenger, this kid raised his hand and made that joke. He actually got 3 days out of school suspension. Some people disgust me.
I can’t believe no one’s mentioned crying at their own wedding. I did, loads–I’m surprised I actually made it through the vows.
I haven’t cried about a sporting event since I was 12 (it was when Penn State lost in the Orange Bowl to Oklahoma, and with it the National Championship). It’s not important enough.
I, too, suffer from depression, so, the last time I cried was about…five days ago. 
The end of Titanic. Kill me now.
No, not Leo’s death scene. When the elderly Rose drops the (SPOILER).
Music, too. Patty Griffin’s Tony does it every time. David Wilcox’s Eye of the Hurricane, Tori Amos’s Winter.
Oh, and Ali’s lighting of the Olympic fire did it to me, also.
Sometimes with sports related stuff but almost always if it’s to do with Ali. Damn, I can’t help myself.
Crying in public, very difficult. But I lost my best friend to cancer some years ago so that taboo was seriously broken. Keep rocking, Mark !
Aside from that, hardly ever. There was a whole embarrassing week of what seemed like constant tears at every news programme, when talking on the phone, in person and just seeing people with flowers heading ……that way. I, like very many others, got caught up in what Diana meant to so many and life kind of stood still for a week until she was buried. It was the strangest week I think I’ll ever experience.