Here are some encouraging reactions from strangers on the BBC website in 2011 after the Tsunami :
When I was a pallbearer for my late brother, I joked about the tune to carry in his coffin into the funeral service. The tune I remembered? He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother. It helped to joke about the event as otherwise it would have been a nightmare of a day. The joke helped lighten a desperately sad day for myself and my family.
I served for 19 years in the UK military. I completly understand the dynamics of sick humour as it predominates in the armed forces and is, in fact, intrisnic to it. Life is complex, short, unpredictable, and really, quite pointless in many ways. Who wouldn't want to laugh about it?
I grew up in an occupied country during World War II. I'm convinced that black humour was the one thing that kept most people going.
It's the ones who would censor humour that make me more determined to laugh about things like this. I have no intention to hurt anyone, but I'll be dammed if I'm going to be told what I can and can't joke about.
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