You know, when I'm sad, angry, or whatever, I start cracking jokes. Its the only way I can keep from going crazy. And sometimes, I might make a very distasteful joke. I mean well, I swear.

When we visited my mother in the hospital, she was telling us that the doctors seem to not know whats really wrong with her. Then, very nervous and scared at this comment, I said, "Well, look on the bright side. If you die, they will name the disease after you." My siblings was FURIOUS at me when I said that. My mom laughed and they seemed to calm down that mom thought it was funny. But boy, I got it bad on the ride back home.