"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Brent said. He never knew what to say when someone mentioned death. And he always felt like "sorry" was one of the worst things you could say. It was so ... trite. Yet, he could never think of anything better. He'd tried other phrases, like "sorry for your loss," but that felt like a cheesy cop show line, even if it was slightly better than "sorry." If he were being honest, he'd simply say, "that sucks," because death truly did exactly that. But "that sucks" seemed almost flippant. So, he always fell to the old uncomfortable standby, "I'm sorry." "It's okay," Luis said. And they always say that, too. 'It's okay.' No, it's NOT okay. It's never fucking okay. "I"