My grandma's death. Not her funeral. I mean I literally couldn't contain myself from laughing when she died on her death bed.

LET ME EXPLAIN

My mom and the rest of her family were all at my grandmother's house when it happened. It was an anticipated event. She had a brain tumor and it reached critical mass. Everyone had a chance to talk one on one with her to say their farewells, and minutes later, she passed away. Everyone then gathered in the living room for one long moment of silence. I was the one who broke the silence.

I was like 8 or 9 at the time and only vaguely remember the event itself. I didn't know her too well personally either, so I wasn't really emotionally connected. It did hurt to see my mom in so much pain of course.

Laughing is just something I did and still do in moments when my emotions don't align with the emotions of the people around me. I didn't find anything particularly funny. I certainly don't enjoy people dying. But once I started laughing and desperately tried to contain myself, the harder I laughed. You know how it is.