if there is anything this life has taught me it's to laugh, laugh til your sides collapse. i feel even with depression as your company, laugh til the bastard leaves your home. in this life shits gonna happen at random. the last funeral i went to was for my dear cousin. everyone mourned, but after all the tears i poured out i remembered a lot of funny and retarded things we used to do. it made me laugh so hard eveyone thought i was high before they started the eulogy. that moment on i have nothing to cry about (not now as far as i know). so for anybody truly in pain just laugh at it. girlfriend broke your heart, laugh at something funny about or on the bitch. fired from your job, watch something funny then move on. even if no one shares my slightly cynical way of thinking a good laugh still helps man.
Story time.
About a month after my dad died, we lost my great uncle. As the we used the same funeral home and going to the family crypt - just as we had done for my 55 year old dad. So my family was a little more distraught than usual. In the funeral procession, I smoked a joint with my brother in my car. After a few minutes, I got sick of waiting on the slow ass drivers in front of me and went to get in front of them. Just before the light turned green and I could pass I became aware of the look on my brother's face as he stared past me. I turned to see what had him so gobsmacked. Immediately to my left was the limousine with my great aunt, my grandmother and my mother - all in black - just staring at us. I had forgotten that I was in a funeral procession (last car) and had just passed my entire extended family. But what could I do? My mother rolled down the hearse/limo window to see WTF I was doing. I unrolled mine and stuttered something about did she remember to lock the doors? "doors, what doors? What are you talking about?" "You know, the doors on your house. Are they, uh, locked?" I feebly replied as my brother started to laugh his ass off. She assured me that they were, the light turned green and I had to sit there and wait for three minutes while the whole procession passed us so we could fll back in place. Those who were not laughing knowingly were looking at us with utter contempt.
So we arrive at the cemetery. We were pall bearers so it was all fairly serious for a while. But we were still pretty amused by what I had just done. We carry the casket into the chapel and stand there all white gloved and stoic. But as the minister begins a prayer I can hear my brother next to me sputtering like a pressure cooker - about to completely lose his shit. And I can hear it spreading to my cousins down pall bearer row. Just as I am thinking "Oh, God. no!", I hear my sister in the seats say the same thing quietly. And all hell broke loose. My brother was the first to go, then me, then my cousins. In five seconds half the crowd was laughing their asses off. And there sat my poor great aunt, just widowed, in he front row. It was baaaaaaaaad. But cathartic. Oddly, it was not discussed for a few years. The older folks must have just figured it was our own reaction to our recent loss. Which it was in a way.
