It doesn't matter if you're the person doing the breaking up or the one getting your heart diarreahed on: Dealing with the end of a relationship is the worst thing in the world.
Well, OK, not the worst thing. The worst thing in the world, of course, is being stuck in an elevator with a blacked-out and very hungry Gary Busey.
It's just kind of like going to bed one night and while you're asleep, a surgeon takes a scalpel and slices your heart into two pieces, then stitches you back up and makes you get up to go give a presentation in front of 100 people about why the recession happened.
That's almost as bad as Busey. Almost.
But I'm here for you, guys: all you broken-hearted economists out there, all you sorry slobs just trying to keep it together. I see you, I hear you.
I've used classic paintings to illustrate the trials and tribulations of breakups. Here are the the ups and (mostly) downs of this universal struggle. Sometimes it has to happen, but it's never fun.