It's nothing but a vainglorious largesse cloaked in the subtlest insincerity. This is the hijack of someone's pain to make drama. Intrude into the most intimate quiet to demand favors. Betray the tenderness of grief to reassure your presence. Lift your inarticulate voice above the rabble of those who have something simple but profound to say. Lash out at a ready target. Blame the world for your own actions. I see nothing to restore my faith.