Being overly sensitive, in my experience, is far more stressful than being awkward and guileless. It makes the bereaved have to pussy-foot back at you, because, really, are you being politely sensitive or are YOU easily offended?

One of the most in-your-face examples of this is I remember someone singing this ditty at the Press Room after someone had died. I'm not sure the singer wasn't Tom. He did the song. You can either tread delicately on eggshells, or stomp the hell out of them and hope it's appreciated by the important folks. It's one of those areas where one should try to be like small children who are honest and haven't yet learned to be 'proper'.

My stuff has arrived. Alas, it's not cold enough for the jacket, but the dusting of snow has reminded me to get the shovel out of the shed NOW.