bad news can be said to be akin to tidal waves. before one can recover from the first, another will come along to throw one further off course. where one ends up, god knows.
without a doubt, there is some truth in the saying "when it rains, it pours". for some strange reason, the pouring has yet to stop, and may never for all one knows. what then???
no one ever likes bad news. bad news is probably like that of a foul malodor from grubby shoes worn by a person with athlete's foot, an offensive pong from that of stale fish, an unbearable stench from the dredges of the sewers. in short, bad news stink.