Todesking wrote:
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The strange thing is I could watch someone die on the street and not have a single bit of empathy or compassion for them. It would be like watching it on tv but if I attended the person's funneral I would be in the darkest depths of depression.

I guess its because the funneral gives me time to reflect about how horrible my life is then I begin to envey the dead.

I'm the absolute opposite way round. I think it's because where I live, there's an Irish immigrant culture, where a Big Thing is made of funerals. I remember having to be in the choir service for funerals at school, when some dinnerlady's husband had died, or the school caretaker's Mum, or something like that. All the girls in that choir would turn on the tears and talk about what a nice person he/she was, despite having never met them. I used to say, 'what's the point in crying, when you didn't even know them?' The girls would then tell the teachers to try and get me in trouble. I really felt nothing.
I don't even want anyone to cry at my funeral. I don't even think I want a funeral. Just feed me to the pigeons, or something.
My reasoning is: people are already dead at funerals. If they're dying, that's the time to feel empathy.
I'm the same when a child dies, and people put toys on the grave. I think, 'he can't play with them, he's dead'. Yet, if I see someone in mental or physical pain, I want to do the first thing I can to help...like I have enough theory of mind to understand how it would affect me, if I was in the same situation. I can imagine having a psychosis, or being horribly wounded, or being set on fire, etc...I can't imagine being dead. That's like a black hole for me; hence, I have no empathy with dead people.