I know how you feel. We had 2 kids die while I was in middle school, and 4 while I was in high school. One of them who died in high school I knew fairly well. I had went through Cub Scouts with him and they were family friends of ours. Anyway, both his parents died of cancer within a year and a half of each other leaving him and his two year old brother parentless. When I was 16, he was riding his bike home and he had to cross a very busy and dangerous intersection. Long story short, as he was riding there was a green light and a car plowed into him going 45 mph. He was a mangled mess. Some say he purposely rode into the street when he saw the car coming, some say he just didn't see the car. We'll just never know. Ironically, the lady who hit him worked for my dad.
I remember going to the wake and seeing him laying there in the casket. It was beyond depressing and I almost threw up on the floor. It just didn't seem right for someone so young to be in a casket; someone I had known since I was 5.
Anyway, enough with my depressing stories.