You basically captured perfectly the abject weirdness of dealing with the after affects of a failed suicide. My friend tried to commit suicide. Me and others visited him every day. And we would all talk about everything BUT what the fuck happened. I wanted to yell at him and shake him and slap the shit out of him but no one said anything about it. We were visiting him for a reason but no one discussed the why we were visiting him. It was strange and maddening and extremely sad.