Short stories to read quickly, and think slowly.

Death

I bellowed and sobbed, with an uncharacteristic complete lack of control. "What's wrong?" asked the man, surprised.

Nothing. Nothing was wrong, but it also didn't feel right. Finally, I said "I'm sorry for you."

The man chuckled. "Don't be. I'm only dying. You, on the other hand, will have to live having seen me die."