my dad wanted to make a prank on me and my siblings, so he cut his head off, layed it gently on his chest and stretched inside one of his old cars. I said oh my god, let's call an ambulance. I wanted to feel something of a great loss or something. I think I wanted, but maybe I didn't. I didn't feel much of that loss either.
when he finally woke up, I felt embarrassed, because I didn't mourn him enough. the whole situation was awkward.