One guy I work with is so insensitive it's almost funny. The day after we ran out of money, he was on the phone signing up for tennis lessons as if he was without a care in the world, while we were dodging bullets from customers, calls from liquidation firms who had gotten our name off of fuckedcompany and pretending like everything was fine. He also tried to engage me in an "interesting conversation" about how long people in the office would live -- 2 days after Alice died and I could barely make my way through the world. Today, while I politely asked him about his new car (purchased during the 2 months we were out of $$, I have no idea how that works) he asked about my Passat, then if Alice drove it. Um, no. Not only is she dead, when she wasn't dead, she was a beagle.