Having no faith, I don't lift my eyes in times of sorrow. I wish I believed in Jesus, and so in times of trouble I think about him like I would a fairytale, and try to extract the homily behind the stories. I've found:
Think of others before yourself.
Show unconditional love.
Right your wrongs.
Honor your family.
Sacrifice whatever it takes for the people you love.
During my greatest test, I did none of these things.
There's something in fiction that gives us hope for our own non-fiction. If the stories can build tension, crescendo, collapse on themselves and still end with someone alive at the end, then perhaps there's hope for us real life folks, too.
Stand up, Lazarus. This is not the end.