We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.
When people die and especially when they die tragically, others can't help but get carried away. They come up with their implausible interpretation and usually resort to cheap psychology. A sense of fatalism is the only form of relief left.
What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?