Yes, it'll be a massive shock. How many will be shocked AND care in some way? Not many if any. I have no one close to me anymore, no friends, no family. I have a very small number of people I still have some connection with, they're old friends of the family (whenever that was still a thing) and I guess they pity me or something. They've given me a hand here or there, but I don't think they have any interest in getting closer or being friends with me. They're toxically positive religious types. (So there are many things I have to keep private about myself.) The type to tell me they know my mind better than me and insult me at the same time by saying, "You have it in you, I know you do, you can do this for yourself, you just have to actually try, you have to try harder, you have to want to succeed."
Thanks. I didn't realize my uphill struggle of a life where I did nothing but try, wear myself down, and experience nothing but diminishing returns in a cycle I couldn't escape was just because I was choosing to suffer! I didn't realize that I shouldn't be reaching out for help because I'm at my limits, I should just try harder and not be so lazy! Also, "Have you tried praying?" "Did you know that I have a story about knowing someone with problems and a massive support network that was able to get their life back on track? That means you have no excuse!"
I don't think they can possibly fathom CTB in their narrow worldviews. I'm sure they will feel bad, but they have a distinct lack of empathy and I'm not sure how much they will genuinely care. This might be overly awful from me, but a small part of me wonders if there would be a sense of relief knowing they don't have to pity me anymore.
This is why my answer to another thread recently asking "How do you want to be remembered/perceived after you die?" was that I don't want to be remembered or perceived at all. I want every person I've ever met irl and 99% of the people I've met online to forget me, everything I was, everything I did, made, said, and wanted. Vanish me from their minds. I don't need to be remembered. The world didn't love or care about me, and I didn't do anything particularly good for it. I've been a bigger waste than I have been a contribution, so much shame.
I'm pretty sure there are people in my past that I did nothing to, that I didn't wrong in any way, that hated me so much that they would make jokes and laugh if they ever heard about my death at any point. I don't even think I'm exaggerating, and that's what really upsets me.