It's expected

"Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone"
~E. W. Wilcox

We go to funerals because we're supposed to. We go because the deceased was our friend. We go because they attended our church. We go because they asked for a vested choir. We go to funerals because the deceased was a member of our family. We never go because it's fun. We go comfort our friends when something bad happens to them because we're supposed to do it. We go and sit with them after a death, a divorce, surgery, or losing a job or a boyfriend. We go and sit with them because they go and sit with us. We bring food. We go out for food. We seek comfort in a bottle. We grease the wheels of laughter with a bottle of wine and start to breathe life back into ourselves after a disaster.

The poet is wrong! Weep and the world brings food in covered dishes.

We don't dare not to because if we didn't, no one would bring them to us.