Personal Essay: Laughter And Irony

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Laughing can be expressed in various ways. Some people chuckle, some people snort, some people sound like hyenas, or if you are like me, you laugh so hard that you actually pee your pants. That moment was not my proudest, but there are far more embarrassing things that have occurred in my life. There have also been times where life was tough and sometimes the only thing that could help me get through it was laughter. Laughter as the best medicine was not something that I regarded highly of until I was a senior in high school. Schulz suggests that we “don’t assess evidence neutrally, we assess it in light of whatever theories we’ve already formed on the basis of whatever other, earlier evidence we have encountered.” (372) And Schulz is right, …show more content…

My grandfather’s treatment for his cancer and how he deteriorated so quickly made my family cry at the Thanksgiving and Christmas table. I hated that we were all so sad at “most wonderful time of the year”. So I decided to go on YouTube and watch funny Christmas videos, from old Saturday Night Live sketches to the games that late night television shows play with celebrities. Most of these videos made me laugh, so I showed them to my whole family hoping their sorrow would turn into laughter. The source of our laughter changed topics as we reminisced of our favorite memories or the funniest times with my grandfather. Which was much needed, as the pain of my grandfather not being with us took its’ toll on my family. By remembering the good times we shared with him was a reminder that though he was not with us, we were always thinking of him. However, seeing some sort of joy on their faces showed me that sometimes laughter is the best medicine especially when times are rough. Being together and supporting each other is great, but sitting and crying in each other’s arms becomes exhausting after a …show more content…

Besides seeing his dead body, which did not look like him at all, almost everyone who attended the wake laughed hysterically at least once. It was a weird balance of tears, laughter, and reminiscing. My dad’s cousins all laughed at a picture where they lifted my grandfather in a chair during my aunt and uncle’s wedding. Then my grandmother, who was a wreck, stopped crying after a person who bought my grandfather’s plants told her a story that she had never heard before. The man told the story in Italian so I do not know what he said, but it was nice to hear her laugh because I had not heard it in a

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