Performances at funerals

It was my misfortune to be at a funeral of a close friend recently. Early on in the ceremony, I recognized a woman there who was a relative newcomer to the community and had already earned a reputation for being eccentric and a little rude. Midway through the Rabbi's quasi-eulogy (technically Jews are not allowed to eulogize during festival periods), I noticed the woman bawling very consicuously. Indeed, the Rabbi spoke very beautifully and perhaps she was moved by the sadness of this family's story or the prospect of our mortality. Or perhaps she putting on a performance. I know that this is a strong urge because I felt it myself. For the first twenty of the funeral (which was grave-side), I stood there listening to the speeches and watching the orphaned children (both parents now dead of cancer), hoping I would be moved to tears. Eventually, I started crying. Then I felt guilty for crying when both my parents are, thank G-d, healthy. I'm not sure if my desire to cry had any effect in producing the tears. The real interesting issue is why I wanted to cry. To be honest, I'm not sure. Did I want to seem like a sexily sensitive male? Was I proving something to others? To myself? Who knows. I can't really blame the odd woman who was sobbing at the funeral, because I can understand her motives if indeed she had similar motives to me. Still, this woman had no relationship with the deceased or the deceased's family. Her crying seemed absurd...unjust even. Surely, it wasn't her intention to be viewed this way, but it seems so obvious that this would be the inevitable result. In fact, I heard people in the community talking about her "performance" ever since. I haven't stopped thinking about it since the funeral.