I happened to be reading, when the Dear Leader left the mortal plane, a massive Korean novel, Pak Kyung-Ni's Land. In it, with a few small changes, I found this:
For them, both sorrows and pleasures were simple, but the disaster to the [Kim] household could not be simple: there seemed no obvious reason why it should be a more sorrowful occasion than their own family losses, yet the women wept till their skirt were soaked while the men, speechless, snuffled. They cried at the sight of the unweeping Lady [Kim] and of little [Un] as the chief mourner in the same way that spectators at the folk-drama of the Dutiful Daughter Sim Ch'ong burst into tears at the climax when she throws herself into the sea. That was it--it was not their kind of death--it was more that they were crying over the fate of characters larger than life from an ancient tale.
--David