I guess I'm one of those people who aren't especially affected by death. I grew up as an only child in an elderly extended family. Most of the relatives I grew up with were born in the late 1800's. My parents were approaching middle age when I entered the picture, so to speak. In fact, in terms of the extended family I grew up in, the next youngest person to me was my mother. And so I spent my whole childhood & teenage years going to one funeral after another as each of my relatives died off. (My parents are now long since gone too.) So perhaps that's the reason death really doesn't have much of an impact? I don't know. I will say though that, historically, I've had little difficulty cutting people who are still living out of my life as well. So maybe it's more of an over-arching quirk of character.