tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post3280261279165585043..comments2024-02-11T02:09:23.512-08:00Comments on An Inch of Gray: Morbid HumorAnna Whiston-Donaldsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-23741215922207014652018-04-25T20:03:35.564-07:002018-04-25T20:03:35.564-07:00Oh, yes...my dad and I shared a very dark sense of...Oh, yes...my dad and I shared a very dark sense of humor and morbid quips after my mom passed away. In the car outside the florists, about to go order the funeral flowers, he said, "This is going to be expensive...oh, well, you only die once!" I laughed and told him he was lucky it was me in the car and not one of my aunts...but if I thought about how much I missed her and how hollow I felt, I knew I wouldn't be able to talk or function at all, so the humor was the shield. And I knew if I was utterly lost, how much worse my dad must have felt, and I didn't want to put my pain out there for him to deal with when he had his own. The next month, my grandfather passed away at home. Waiting for the coroner, my grandmother told my uncle that my grandpa "is being very quiet...hasn't said much today". I didn't laugh aloud, but I smiled because I understood. Dark humor is how we got ourselves and each other through those times. I get it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-48516701700623111332018-04-18T11:04:05.520-07:002018-04-18T11:04:05.520-07:00When talking to the estate agent about sellng my m...When talking to the estate agent about sellng my mum's house,they asked where she was moving to. I answered the crematorium. Well I did say initially my mum had passed, the agent didn't listen. She heard that really remark though. Naughty but still made me smile, just for a moment. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00759385346679923291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-17709884609200444592018-03-21T05:55:31.804-07:002018-03-21T05:55:31.804-07:00YES YES YES. Makes people uncomfortable but eases ...YES YES YES. Makes people uncomfortable but eases the pain just a bit. For just a moment. For those in pain and need it most. And to be in the presence of those able to show their dark side is an honorable gift and one held tightly for years and years. Thank you.Kate Mayerhttps://kathrynmayer.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-72105852657459404652018-03-21T04:24:53.708-07:002018-03-21T04:24:53.708-07:00Anna--yes! I so relate! I've made and laughed ...Anna--yes! I so relate! I've made and laughed at such irreverent, inappropriate jokes over Katie's death. And I've even made the mistake of cracking one such joke during a talk to a group of NORMAL moms--not child-loss moms. Was teaching on the importance of risk-taking in building resilience in our kids and I showed a series of photos over the years of our kids on the roof of the house. Made the joke that, amazingly, our daughter died of a ruptured brain aneurism and NOT from falling off a roof. Was met by jaw-slacked silence. Oops! September Vaudreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17754369257180817569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-49203414841965978672018-03-20T22:59:32.625-07:002018-03-20T22:59:32.625-07:00Yep! I caught up with a friend lately, we both los...Yep! I caught up with a friend lately, we both lost our daughters recently. In amongst the tears and heartbreak, we could somehow make jokes over the funeral director's suggestion she split her daughter into two urns (?!), and the funeral ditectorKirstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08123436567462885108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-76672684334401028132018-03-20T19:14:38.178-07:002018-03-20T19:14:38.178-07:00When I was about to give birth, at 40 weeks pregna...When I was about to give birth, at 40 weeks pregnant, to the little baby whose heart had stopped--I made the crack to my husband "How do people get through this? I am thinking drugs and booze." Days later, at his funeral my husband made a very inappropriate joke to his friends about the priest who was doing his best to botch the service. (Which included forgetting my name, showing up 20+ minutes later and more...). Planning a funeral for my father in law had my mother in law cracking some jokes as well. We laughed harder at these jokes than we all should have, but sometimes in those moments...it is what we hang on to. Chantelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-18750864542422104312018-03-20T18:22:01.942-07:002018-03-20T18:22:01.942-07:00When my husband died I received a call from a sale...When my husband died I received a call from a saleperson. I told the person I had "lost" my husband . I then burst in to laughter , still on the phone, saying to this poor gent that I didn't reaaly "lose" my husband, that I knew where he was. Morbid humor accidental , and still funny! Poor guy!!<br />Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155139280603389593noreply@blogger.com