My ex-girlfriend's grandmother passed away, back in Russia. She can't go home for the funeral, so she's stuck here away from her family. After work I brought her flowers, and stayed and chatted and tried to cheer her up a bit.
On the other hand, my cow-orker came back from the holiday to find one of the goldfish that she takes care of dead - stuck behind a piece of coral. I summoned my finest ICSI (Icthyological Crime Scene Investigation) and based on the marks on the fish's fins, which I determined were defensive wounds; my analysis was that foul play was involved.
At lunch time, the sales team (which consists of me and one other guy) took her out for a consolation lunch. We wanted to recognize her loss, you see.
The sushi was delicious.
