Who is forcing you against your will to mourn?
I’ll be going to work today, taking my son to gymnastics later, doing the parkrun tomorrow then taking my son to his kids football practice. What are you doing - sobbing into a bucket cause you think you’re being forced to mourn against your will?
Get a fucking grip and ignore it. Or “immigrate away” as you suggest. Or sign up for some spelling and grammar lessons if you’re looking for something to do to while away the time if the football gets cancelled.