Dark Humor from the Grave

Picture this. A cemetery worker gets fired for negligence. His boss says you let someone escape.

Meanwhile, my therapist told me I have abandonment issues. Funny thing is,

she said it while packing up her office on our third session. Last week, I asked my grandpa

if he believes in ghosts. He said no, then walked straight through a wall.

My dark humor is like food during a famine. Not everyone gets it,

but when they do, they're probably already gone. The funeral director asked if I wanted

my dad cremated or buried. I said surprise me, you're the professional

here.