I mean, what if after we die, there’s a chorus of old friends and family that are laughing their asses off at us when we walk through the door.  “HA, isn’t that hilarious?!  Isn’t death a hysterically funny ride?  And life–whoooohaaa, that’s a stitch too!!  Glad to have you here, now you can enjoy the big joke too!”

And here we are on the planet, preparing for someone else’s memorial service.  Don’t want to go, too many tears ready to overflow from dad.  But then it is so helpful when people showed up to celebrate my dad with me, just to be there, telling jokes and stories about him, hugging each other after so many years of avoided each others’ lives until death brings us together.  I guess death is a party maker.

Whatever life is, laughter makes it easier, even in the middle of tears.  Sent from the sponge this morning ready to be squeezed.