My wife and I, along with our extended families, had a pretty rough year a few years back, where we had to mourn 7 separate deaths. Most of them were close family and friends, and one of them a suicide. It got to the point where laughing at death was one of the only coping mechanisms that worked anymore. I am sure some onlookers would have thought we were morbid, classless folks, but really it was just our way of dealing.
I agree with the poster noting there is a difference between laughing at the fact someone dies, and laughing at the circumstances of someones death. If there wasn't, then anyone laughing at the Darwin Awards is damned, even if the deaths are self induced. Chuckling to yourself, and identifying the odds around the enormously bad luck surrounding an unfortunate and tragic death is not a ticket to hell IMO.
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