I react coldly as in I feel nothing. When my cousin died in the same city that I live in I felt nothing I couldn't even feel sorry for my Aunt and relatives. It was difficult to hide this from everyone. When my mother was dying I was terribly conflicted and felt compelled to try and find authenticity until the end. I did the right thing but authentic? Sad to admit that even then I can't say I found it..authentic for me means the self unconnected from other people and even then its nebulous.