That's you. I just don't find it funny.
Doesn't mean I don't have a weak sense of humor.
No, I guess not, but it was un-loving-believable.
The laughter didn't start--it was always there. Convulsions shake the earth, and the souls of the people burst out of their mouths like gunshots, disappearing before anyone knew they were gone. The world is reduced to one writhing, howling mass of tooth and flesh whose existence spits callously in the face of reality. Taoist lamas on the other side of the world shudder and lose faith. Letters disappear from the alphabet. An infant telepathically comforts his mother as she heaves her last breaths in an effort to birth him. Every feeling that was ever hidden from another is reduced back to potential energy and made to dwell in the spaces between your fingers. There were no survivors.)