After a little while Mr. Gatz opened the door and came out, his mouth ajar, his face flushed slightly, his eyes leaking isolated and unpunctual tears. He had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise, and when he looked around him now for the first time and saw the height and splendor of the hall and the great rooms opening out from it into other rooms, his grief began to be mixed with an awed pride.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Great Gatsby. Chapter 9, Gatsby’s father who traveled half-way around the continent to see his son. It is as if he can’t process that his son is dead, or that this mansion belonged to him.