Save me a seat in hell, will y'all? Because I have yet to find anything so gross, tasteless or inappropriate that I don't find funny.
- I crack up at "Springtime for Hitler" even though I probably shouldn't (I'm a member of a group Hitler found particularly objectionable).
- I had to bite my tongue bloody at a funeral several years ago. The music was a hymn the deceased (a work colleague) loved, but to which we learned, ahem, alternate lyrics when we were all at a training school together. W, my partner, was sitting next to me and singing the alternate lyrics sotto voce, so that only I could hear.
- We recently had to respond to a death scene that, unfortunately, was clearly a suicide and will be ruled such. I didn't go, but my deputy Mickey did. When he got back to the office, I asked him "What was the COD (Cause of Death)?"
Mickey replied, "BFO."
Me: "BFO? Huh?"
Mickey: "Yeah. Brain Fell Out."
While I laughed till I couldn't breathe, Mickey explained that (WARNING: GROSSNESS ALERT) the deceased shot himself in the head with handgun powerful enough to loft one entire cerebral hemisphere, still whole, out through the exit wound and onto the bedside table.