Black humor

I went to sleep and woke up with a heavy heart. Twice yesterday I was accused of being mean spirited, of making fun of others. I truly love people, and wish even the bad ones well. I just believe that I am imperfect, as is everyone, and that this can he humorous. Humor is how I cope with the ugliness of the world. We have become so fragile, so delicate, that we cannot laugh at ourselves... I still can.

I find the world to be histerically funny! I like to laugh, and find humor in most situations, I always have. I even remember my grandmother's funeral when I was in the eleventh grade. Grandma's sister was there, I secretly called her "The Professional Mourner," because she was exceptionally dramatic, and on que for great wails, nashing of teeth and such.

At the end of the service, the coffin lid was raised, and we filed past giving our final goodbyes. I was seated again as my great aunt approached the casket. "Oh, dear sister, I will so miss you," she wailed/weeped. She leaned over to kiss her deceased sister, and as she attempted to stand tall again, the button of her blazer became caught on the handle of the coffin. Overcome with grief and drama, my great adult tried to step back, and to the side, not realizing that she was now attached to the death box. The coffin sat on a castered riser which started to roll to my left. My great aunt and grandma were rolling towards the stairs to the far left of the pulpit.

My eyes widened as I anticipated an undignified cartoon-ish ending for both women. Suddenly, it seemed as if the entire congregation noticed the rolling casket with a stooped over great aunt attached. Some bounded to the top of the stairs to stop potential disaster, while others attempted to unhitch my aunt and some how lock the wheels of the riser from rolling. The room finally sighed relief, and my aunt was free to faint. I covered my face rocking and shaking. I had always been a sensitive boy, so people thought that the situation was too much for me. A woman's gloved hand rubbed and patted my shoulder to console me as I laughed silently to myself. That was the funniest thing to date that I had ever seen. I have apparently always been a mess.