I had a rough week man. My grandma died. My dad is on jury duty. Orgo lab. Orgo midterm. WTF is going on.
I don't think my grandma dying was extremely sad. She was 92, wasn't in the best of health, and caught a bad case of pneumonia during my reading week. I don't think anyone could've done much to help her. What was sad, was the funeral. It's just so jarring seeing someone you know get stuffed into a coffin, knowing they would never get up again, then watching as their world gets separated from yours forever.
Re: existential crises. It'll pass when you come to terms with your own angst. It's like chicken pox. Everyone gets it, and the older you get it, the harder it is to go through it. But when it's over, you'll be more immune to it.
Seriously though, if you subscribe to the whole existential idea that, in the end, your life is meaningless and nothing matters, then isn't your angst about your life equally, if not more, meaningless?
Anyway, started reading Philip K. Dick's stories. He DOES write a different brand of sf. And I see why they can't really make successful movies out of his short stories, maybe except for "Blade Runner". They're so distilled that when you stretch it out into a 2 hour movie, it becomes all diluted and bland.