Don't laugh about grief. Seriously. Don't even think about how close the word 'requiem' is to 'rectum.' I know you want to, but there's just nothing funny about death. Even if someone solemnly lets out a toot-fart during a eulogy. Don't you dare laugh. No matter how much the dearly departed loved a good fart joke.
When the eulogy's over, and the funeral procession is en route to the cemetery, and you're alone in your car, let it rip. If you think I mean fart, you have a filthy, filthy mind. If you think I mean release your laughter, then there's hope for your soul. If you thought of both, you're very clever, and I like you, but don't get cocky.
Never let anything ruin your sense of humor completely. To those who've lost a loved one, I promise, if you could ever laugh before, you will be able to laugh again. If you never had a sense of humor in the first place, may George Carlin bless you and keep you, for yours is the soul most in need (and I strongly urge you fill out the Contact Me form for free information on how the Church of George Carlin might be able to help you).
Without comedy, I would've jumped off a bridge by now, or put a bottle of vodka to my head and pulled the trigger. It's funny because it's true. And the first rule of comedy is always end on a big joke.
Sometimes I cry my pain and laugh at my own sick humor, moving seamlessly between the two.
ReplyDeletethat's why I haven't jumped off a vodka bottle, and fatally smashed my head on bridge.
your friend, B from WW.
Jimmy Buffett said "If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane." I've cry-laughed as well. Feels maddening but both crying and laughing are releases.
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