One of the tasks I enjoy least in my role as a command officer is the death notification to a fellow officer's loved ones. I've been death's harbinger to parents and spouses enough times I know how to deliver the blow with the appropriate level of empathy, but clearly and directly. One doesn't obfuscate in situations like this.
There is nothing more wrenching in this realm than driving a marked car with a chaplain at your side, pulling up in front of a law enforcement officer's house, and driving a catatonic spouse to the trauma unit where his or her mate lies critically injured and clinging precariously to life.









