I just have to add this and i'm done with my 'weepy' confession. Prior to 'goin' funny in the head' so to speak at 38 or so, I led a fairly stable personal life and was never ever affected like this by mush no matter how heart rending. Oh I had plenty of emotions back then but it just wasn't in me to react to that stuff in that way. Maybe the years spent in self imposed exile from life had me starved enough emotionally to react to images and scenes of tragic personal loss. Anyway I maintain that it was healthy and I'm grateful for it's happening like I said earlier. Only a rare movie or show will react with me like that. Maybe 1/2 dozen times a year since 2000 or so. Weird stuff but it's ok with me. I'm still kickin' somewhere deep in there. And now....sleeep....finally*