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Life is (or at least can be) one of those really out of place jokes. Like when you're at a funeral and all you can do is notice that the corpse is wearing a striped suit coat with solid pants and the ugliest vest you've ever seen. You're thinking to yourself that the undertakers must have been on crack when they were dressing him up and you chuckle at that. But just when you feel comfortable enough to confide in someone your magnificent powers of observation, they enlighten you on that having been the deceased's favorite outfit.

Or like when you're on the phone with someone who's crying because their boy/girlfriend just broke up with them but when you look over at your oblivious roommate they totally rip one and it's all you can do to hold in your laughter and continue being that tear stained shoulder...

...and then you smell it.

Or like that perfect moment where a guy is just about to pull the ring out of his pocket to propose to his lady. Everything seems so perfect, the mood, the way everything seemed to fall into place to make this event possible. Sitting there in their mutually favorite restaurant, because that's where they first met, and they even have the waiter they had that first time. He comes over to top off the champagne flutes which is when this beautiful lady's gaze follows the waiter away as he leaves the table and before the proposal can be announced she interjects with, "So, I've been thinking about things, and we need to talk..."



The moral is, if you're not laughing, it's probably because you're the punchline.