To counter the horrible original story of selfishness exhibited in the face of tragedy, I'll give you all this:
My mother and her best friend, Alice, were pregnant at the same time, both, as it turned out, with girls. Alice being a month or two further along than Mom, gave birth to her baby first. Sadly, her daughter died a few days after the birth. Mom attended the funeral and helped Alice in the following weeks as best as she could, considering her own condition.
A month or so later, I was born. One of Mom's first visitors was Alice, who brought over many of the things that had been purchased/received for their own baby. Mom accepted gratefully and the two maintained their friendship, with a few bumps here and there, until Mom's death.