? Do you have what is typically known as a "Dark Sense of Humor"? I would fall into that category.......

[Mr. Potter]

The reason I ask is thru difficult times or melancholy/ sad experiences I choose the path to try to elevate those situations and laugh to get thru it. Sometimes that's with Dark Humor.

Example:

My Maternal Grandfather was very sick, stroke etc. So, I pack the family in the car at the time lived in Pittsburgh and rush to the hospital in Fox Chase in Philly on Sunday. As I'm leaving to head back to Pittsburgh that evening, I give a hug then say to my brother-in-law Kenny. Next time I'm in an we'll spend more time together. His reply "By the looks of it that will probably be Tuesday."

I laughed so hard that helped to ameliorate my sadness because my pop-pop and I were so close.

PS: Kenny was right cause he actually passed that Tuesday.

Shalom

 

[PSU Mike]

Oh, do I.

 

[ODShowtime]

It's the only thing left.

 

[Nitt1300]

It's the only thing left.

fact

 

[LionsAndBears]

Comes with the profession. I'm pretty sure every Correctional Officer has a dark sense of humor because of the people and situations we deal with daily. Sometimes I forget to dial it back at home.

 

[LionJim]

Comes with the profession. I'm pretty sure every Correctional Officer has a dark sense of humor because of the people and situations we deal with daily. Sometimes I forget to dial it back at home.

Eek.

 

[CVLion]

I wouldn’t say my sense of humor is overall skewed toward being dark, but I am definitely in favor of bringing in humor at sad or difficult times to try and buoy my spirit and that of those around me.

My dad was especially good at this. He had an aunt whom he would always tease / give a hard time to (in a good-natured way.) When she passed in old age, my dad and several of his cousins served as pallbearers at her funeral. When it came time for them to carry her coffin from the church door to the hearse, they had to navigate a moderate downpour while everyone else huddled under umbrellas or in their cars. When my dad finally joined us in our car, someone asked, “How did it go?” and without missing a beat, Dad replied, “It went fine. We just forged ahead and ignored the muffled shouts.” (Meaning they stuck to their job even upon realizing his much-beleaguered-in-life aunt was being buried alive.) And as so often happened, he cracked himself up at his own joke. It struck all of us as fittingly funny, knowing the kidding posture he had always maintained toward her.

Years later, when Dad himself passed, one of my sisters and I did our very best to use humor while eulogizing him, as we felt it was the best way to honor his memory. One of the moments in our speech was a retelling of the above story — after which I paused, and leaned over toward my Dad’s coffin with a hand cupped to my ear, and glanced toward it with a quizzical, half-expectant look on my face.

Both of those above moments were quite cathartic.

 

[PSU Mike]

I wouldn’t say my sense of humor is overall skewed toward being dark, but I am definitely in favor of bringing in humor at sad or difficult times to try and buoy my spirit and that of those around me.

My dad was especially good at this. He had an aunt whom he would always tease / give a hard time to (in a good-natured way.) When she passed in old age, my dad and several of his cousins served as pallbearers at her funeral. When it came time for them to carry her coffin from the church door to the hearse, they had to navigate a moderate downpour while everyone else huddled under umbrellas or in their cars. When my dad finally joined us in our car, someone asked, “How did it go?” and without missing a beat, Dad replied, “It went fine. We just forged ahead and ignored the muffled shouts.” (Meaning they stuck to their job even upon realizing his much-beleaguered-in-life aunt was being buried alive.) And as so often happened, he cracked himself up at his own joke. It struck all of us as fittingly funny, knowing the kidding posture he had always maintained toward her.

Years later, when Dad himself passed, one of my sisters and I did our very best to use humor while eulogizing him, as we felt it was the best way to honor his memory. One of the moments in our speech was a retelling of the above story — after which I paused, and leaned over toward my Dad’s coffin with a hand cupped to my ear, and glanced toward it with a quizzical, half-expectant look on my face.

Both of those above moments were quite cathartic.

I want an all-out roast when my pathetic *** goes into the ground.

 

[psuro]

W

I want an all-out roast when my pathetic *** goes into the ground.

Why should we wait that long?

 

[MontereyLion]

I fall on the side of light sarcasm.

 

[Connorpozlee]

At my father’s funeral, my siblings and I were sitting in the front row of the church, naturally. The singer at the funeral mass was somebody we didn’t know but when he started singing, he had a very effeminate voice which caused my brother and I to give each other a side glance, knowing how much my father would get a kick out of it. We both started chuckling quietly. Later, the singer was singing another song with the words, “I thirst for you….” at which point my brother leans over and says, “He’s not the only one thirsty. I bet that guy in the box would like a beer about now.” That one had me, and then him, fighting like crazy to keep from laughing out loud to the point that our shoulder were shaking. After the funeral we heard a couple of our cousins talking about how hard my brother and I were crying. It occurred to us that luckily our inappropriate laughter must have appeared like appropriate sorrow.

 

[PSU Mike]

While I do have a dark sense of humor, I think the dry stuff dominates. Or is it the dark and dry stuff… ?

Geez, I think potter broke me.