Maybe I’m an exception because my dad and I didn’t have a great relationship, but when my dad died, I ******* hated the “how are you doing” question. Like, there’s no really a good way for someone grieving to answer that and it makes it uncomfortable.
I generally avoid saying much because nothing I say is going to help. Plus I am not religious, at all, so don't/can't go there.
Maybe I've been lucky myself that I haven't really been close to anyone who died young. Pretty much everyone I have known who died was elderly. I am a lucky charm. Know me and live into your 80's. Seriously, I should be something actuaries calc in life expectancy. Although I think it's only good as long as I myself is still alive. The charm dies when I do.