Well, that’s not a common topic, but perhaps it should be. How did the U.S. get to be a place where commiseration has become a constant? Oh woe is us! Come, let us mourn together.
I was going to use maunder by itself to represent a depressed association with misfortune or accident, but it turns out the word refers to a saunter or rambling locomotion, not a mental state.
Mourning becomes eclectic.