I cry every time Fred dies in Harry Potter, immediately abandon the book and turn to part one. I avoid those few pages as much as possible. Call me obsessed, or HP crazy even, but thats how it is.
I saw a cat today, sitting on a bench at school. And it sits there every day, and it's always asleep. So I've decided to call it the fat-cat-that-sits-on-the-bench-everyday.