What is happiness to you?

A while back I was dating this chick who told me that the previous night had been terrible for her. Though disinterested, I graciously inquired and she began spewing nonsense about her friend breaking up with some guy; I don't know I wasn't really listening. But then something jutted out of her inane babble that made my interest pique.

From what I gather, her friend had been dating a guy for a couple of months and they had really hit it off. She really, really, super special liked him and shit, and she thought he felt the same way. One day he up and stopped returning her calls, emails, texts, etc. Three days later one of his friends calls her and tell her that the dude had been hit by a bus and killed.

At that point, I asked the only relevant question that came to mind: "is she going to the funeral?" And, as I expected, it turns out that the funeral was going to be held out-of-state and therefore she would not be attending. My immediate reaction: this dude is a genius. Trust me, there is nothing worse than breaking it off with an attached girl. It's almost like you're just waiting for the "what is happiness to you" persona to kick in and drive you off a fuckin' bridge. And this guy just took breaking up a short term relationship to a whole new level. He didn't even have to make the call himself, he had a friend break it off with her. And in New York, it's not likely he'll just randomly run into her, and if he does, well, he better have a damn good excuse. But besides that, faking your own death to sever a fledging relationship, I reiterate, pure genius.

Or maybe it was just a terrible tragedy, in which case I will most certainly be going to hell--but what else is new.