Bad week, good music

My grandfather was diagnosed as being in the final stages of lung disease a little over two years ago. The doctors told us he didn't have much longer to live (months, maybe). He was taken care of 24/7 by my grandmother and visited everyday by Hospice workers to help give him a bath and dress him and what not. He was a big guy (6'2", 250-275 pounds) and my grandmother is 5'2" tall and around 110-120 pounds so there was no way she could take care of him by herself.Over the past few weeks things had progressively been getting worse until last Thursday when he passed away. This was the first time someone very close to me had died so I naturally went through the grieving stages and turned to music to help me get through it. Anytime something bad happened in the past that led me to depression I would turn to slow, sappy music that really did nothing but made me feel worse. This time, for some reason, I could not stand to listen to three seconds of anything sappy in the least bit. It honestly made me furious just trying to listen to anything of the sort. What I needed was something completely mood altering from the state I was in at the moment. What I needed was Chiodos. Their myspace describes their cd "All's Well That Ends Well" as "a melting pot of electronic beats behind piano, metal guitar riffs and poppy melodic vocal lines that leave you humming. Heavy and harsh at one moment, beautiful and serene the next". I couldn't say it any better myself, really. Instead of sitting around listening to something that would either put you to sleep or make you tear up a little, this cd definitely helped me get through the grieving process much quicker.I still miss my grandfather to death, but at least I know he's somewhere better right now watching over me and rockin' out to Chiodos with me. Had I gone the other route, he would probably just check in every once in a while and call me a pussy for the sappy music.