We finished watching Torchwood: Children of Earth last night, and I cried my eyes out. I'm mourning the death of fictional characters, folks. A bit of text, some light and dark on a screen, and blammo, I'm a blubbering mess.
In fact, I couldn't sleep last night because I was so upset.
About the death of people who don't exist.
I haven't cried like that since Beth died in Little Women.