Well damn! I can't believe I forgot "Miss Saigan." That damned musical had me absolutely weeping. I bawled like a child! Didn't help that the man beside me was a 'Nam vet, and he turned to me half way through the musical, just before the intermission, and said that he couldn't breathe, and needed to get out. I helped him out of the theatre, spoke with him for about five or ten minutes during the intermission. He couldn't watch the rest of the muscial, and had to go home. His eyes were absolutely haunted in the way the word is supposed to mean. After that, I spent the whole musical thinking about him while I watched, and just cried my eyes out. 
The Doc
So you think, 'Might as well,
Dance a Tango to Hell,
at least I'll have Tangoed at all.'
-- "Rent," Jonathan Larson