The Beginning, The End

Question: I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You can't express happiness without me, yet I'm in the midst of crosses. You may find me in the sun, but never in the evening. What am I?

Question: Tear one off and scratch my head. What once was red is black instead. What am I?

Question: What tastes better than it smells?

Question: What goes in the water black and comes out red?

Question: What asks but never answers?

Question: What has a face and two hands?