“Life does not cease to be funny when people die any
more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.”
The Doctor’s Dilemma
G.B. Shaw
He always laughed at funerals.
Not at the funeral itself —
he was not that crass.
But rather at some thing that
would inevitably occur.
Every one always offered up
some unique event,
Chock full of irony, self-contradiction,
or just plain absurdity.
In short, something so ridiculous
that one (well, he, anyway)
Could not help – despite all the low-blown,
sad-sack, melodramatic ados —
Giving in to a morbid mirth.
Besmirked at Golgotha did God
first grant the gift of gad.
(And there were those who’d said
it wouldn’t happen ‘til pigs didst fly)
“Peter, Peter, I can see my house from here!”
(Or, eli, eli, etc., etc.)
[translation unclear].
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