I think I'll have to agree with Nan and Jenni -- I can deal with a little bit of angst (and some stories/authors get me involved with a lot of angst) but tragic death stories (and other WHAMs, to a lesser extent) just make me mad, and scared, and hopeless... and that's not what I'm here for.

It's a funny thing, though -- I can enjoy angst when it's set to music. Country music has a lot of songs that make me cry, and I love them. Rascal Flatts has a song called Sarabeth (well, actually, it's called Skin but you have to hear the song for that to make any sense smile ) about a teenager who's got a possibly fatal disease... and it's a beautiful song. But I know I would *not* want to read that as a story. Go figure.

PJ

"You told me you weren't like other men," she said, shaking her head at him when the storm of laughter had passed.
He grinned at her - a goofy, Clark Kent kind of a grin. "I have a gift for understatement."
"You can say that again," she told him.
"I have a...."
"Oh, shut up."

--Stardust, Caroline K