Often you hear of funny stories, where people find themselves in amusing, yet usual situations. For example, my friend Krystina recently went to Costco to purchase a large television set. Her ball of fire had killed their old set while trying to climb the entertainment center in search of the hidden remote.
On the surface, this is not so amusing. The fact that she was wearing her "Hi, my name is" name badge from her Weight Watchers meeting is somewhat unusual. The fact that she also bought a 10 pound bag of M&Ms, which she carried around the store -- wearing the name badge -- running down associates to load her giant TV, well, that's just damn funny.
On Sunday I sadly found myself at the funeral of an uncle who had died unexpectadly from an extreme infection. He was only 48 years old and leaves behind three children, one grandchild and a wife.
It was an overwhelming event, as most funerals can be. I am not fond of crying in public, so I stepped into the vestibule to collect my emotions. I was soon joined by my sister and brother-in-law. As we stood there, discussing this abrupt loss of life, one of the many mourners walked by us, headed for the door.
Just as he pushed open the door, he muttered under his breath, "Oh shit the bed."
I shot a look at my brother-in-law and mouthed, "what the fuck?!"
After he was gone, I asked my sister if he had really said that. Oh yes, she had heard it too. We all started to do the silent giggle, the mirthful laugh when mirth is not appropriate.
Instantly we felt much better, life is sad, but it does go on.
Later when we were watching my uncle's grandson crawling across the floor, I leaned over to my sister and said, Oh shit the bed, there goes that kid." She almost squirted water out of her nose and all was right with the world again.
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