In Death, Laughter is Allowed!

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We think of death as this solemn time. Picture in your mind a family gathered around the death bed of a loved one at home, or the scene at a funeral home during calling hours. In these settings, words are spoken in whispers, and voices that are too loud draw withering looks from others who are present.

There are times when silence or whispers are proper, I grant you that, but it is also okay to laugh when laughter is a natural response to the circumstances. I am talking especially about those situations where someone has lived a full life and they are (or were) ready to die.

I hope you can join in laughter over a corny joke with the person who is dying, or laugh at the odd situations you find yourselves in. Yes, I am asking you to please laugh with your friends, with family, and with caregivers during the death process and after a death. Seriously, it’s okay when experiencing death to acknowledge situations or statements as funny, ironic, or just plain odd.

Laughter is a gift in this life, so why shouldn’t it be a gift we share at the time of death and after a death?

We have science that proves laughter releases tension from our bodies, it lightens the mood, and it can help us heal. I think laughing brings us closer to each other as human beings when we share a moment in time that inspires us to laugh together.

I bet your best friends in this world are the people who can make you laugh in the bad times, not just the good. The people who can lift your spirits with laughter when you are feeling low are the ones you keep close in this life. At least, that’s my wish for you.

I offer the following “real death” examples from experiences in my own family to illustrate when laughter is totally proper. Believe me, this is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg on funny moments in and around death.

My Dad loved to tell stories that made people laugh, and he would love knowing that his dying process was punctuated with moments of hysterical laughter. These moments with my Dad at the time of his death and after his death are offered to help you see that you are not alone in thinking some of the stuff that happens at the time of a death is just plain funny.

  1. If Only Our Parents Had Been Drugged All Along!

When my Dad was dying at home, he was on morphine to ease his pain, along with Ativan, a muscle relaxant. My mother had just been diagnosed in the early stages of dementia when Dad was dying and she was having major anxiety attacks in the weeks leading up to my Dad’s death. To solve her anxiety issues, we had a prescription for low dose (2 mg) Xanax, a muscle relaxant, to help her stay calm. Mom’s Xanax bottle sat on the kitchen window sill, ready for us to deploy if she started to become anxious.

At the end of each home health visit during those last two weeks of my Dad’s life, whoever was there caring for Dad would gather in the kitchen with Dad’s nurse, Andy, after he had assessed Dad’s status. Andy was, by the way, a gift from God/Allah/Buddha/the universe and hospice! At these gatherings with Andy we would talk about how we thought things were going, and share any issues or concerns we had with caring for Dad at home.

During one of these meetings, my brother Michael shared his observation that with Dad on morphine and Mom on Xanax they were actually getting along with each other, and he went on to say that if we had just put them both on these drugs 25 years before, how different life would have been in our home. While Michael was making this statement, our Mom was actually nodding her head in agreement! We all burst out laughing, because it was a funny and brutally truthful observation to make, and our Dad would have been laughing too, if he hadn’t been asleep at the time.

Our parents had survived 3 wars, raised 5 kids, had a 57 year marriage, and made it through my mother’s long battle with a serious autoimmune disease. Believe me, anti-anxiety medications would have been totally appropriate for both of them!

  1. Mom, Dad can still hear you even though he’s in a coma!

Four days before he died, my Dad went into a coma. My mother found these last days particularly stressful to cope with, and, after 2 months of Dad being in a phase that is termed “actively dying,” we were all getting to the end of our capacities to care for him 24/7 at home.

During these last days, early one morning around 4 a.m., while I was sitting vigil with my Dad, my Mom came into the room to talk with me because she was unable to sleep. She asked me where I thought Dad’s soul was while his body was in a coma.

I told her that some people believe that when the body is in a coma, the soul is in a spiritual place where they review their life, assessing what they did well, what they learned, what they might still need to learn, and the body remains in coma while this review is done. Upon hearing this, my Mom exclaimed, “Oh, he’ll be there FOREVER!”

I leaned toward my Mom and said calmly, “You know, Mom, we believe that even though Dad’s in a coma, he can still hear you.” “Really?” she said. She got right up, tottered over to my Dad, leaned down to his left ear (the good ear he could hear with) and said quite loudly, “John, hurry up!” Then she turned on her heels and left the room without another word.

And I sat there with my knitting and my cup of tea, thinking to myself, “you can’t make this stuff up.”

  1. Dad always loved that garbage disposal.

The morning we were to take our Dad’s cremated remains to Massachusetts for burial in the family plot, I walked into the kitchen in time to see my oldest sister, Cindy, streak toward the sink and blast the water to rinse her hands. I thought she had cut herself and asked her what was wrong. Through teary eyes she said, “I think I just shook hands with Dad! I went to add a memento to his box on the mantle and I stuck my hand directly into the ashes!” I looked at her washing her hands in the sink, watched the water run down into the drain and said, “Well, he always loved that garbage disposal, so now I guess he’s one with it.” Cindy looked down at her hands, realized she was washing some of Dad’s ashes down the drain, then gave me that older sister look and replied with the standard line in our family – “Don’t tell Mom!”

And folks, those are just a few of the highlights from what could be a nonfiction comedy book about my Dad’s death process and funeral. We all loved our Dad and our parents had a marriage that lasted nearly 60 years, but he was very ill, in great pain, and it was his time to leave us. I miss my Dad every day, but remembering these odd moments and continuing to laugh at them helps me heal and yet keep the memory of my Dad close.

Yes, there are many situations in which there is no humor in a death. I am talking about the deaths of students at our schools, deaths of soldiers serving near and far away, deaths of young people from diseases we cannot conquer or from accidents we cannot wrap our brains around, or the acts of suicide that take our loved ones.

But there are times when life is well and fully lived and it is time to let go of this physical body that no longer works. In those situations, I hope you will remember this post and know that laughter can help ease everyone’s pain, if only for a brief moment.

Personally, my goal for my own death, whenever it comes, is to hear peals of raucous laughter around me while I am on my death bed. Granted, it might just be my own laughter I hear, but I plan on laughing out loud as often as I can, and I hope that those who are with me at that time will join me.



  1. Paula,
    Your post was so well done that I almost died laughing! Great insights. Thank you..

    1. Thanks, Lee! So glad it gave you a laugh. I’m sure my Dad was laughing right along with you!

  2. Paula, I have just discovered your site and I offer my wholehearted appreciation and support.

    When I was laying my father out, some ten years ago, we lit a sage smudge stick. The window was open but the room filled with smoke astonishingly quickly.

    Suddenly, we realised the smoke alarm could be set off at any second.

    Flapping about manically to disperse the smoke, with a surreal sense of old and new technology colliding – we were collapsing with smothered giggles.

    Everything had been kept so peaceful!
    Everything was perfect.
    My mother was resting happily, leaving us to it.
    And any moment all that peace could be shattered. I was sure even my dead dad was laughing at us.
    Aaaagh! ?
    Thank you for the reminder
    Your whole site and blogs are excellent.
    I am now a maker of bespoke sustainable coffins but I am passionate about raising awareness, and facilitating home death, as well as encouraging families, and particularly children, to be as involved as they can.
    My two year old son taught me more about death than a great many wise and wonderful books.
    I’d like to share your posts as they are compassionate and informative, and the detail makes them so accessible.
    Sincere good wishes.

    1. Thank you Sara! I hope you’ll share the site/posts liberally! I bet your Dad was standing right there laughing too! I will check out your site on bespoke sustainable coffins as I’m about to write about alternative burial options. Thank you for sharing that information!

  3. Paula, as I was reading your post on sitting a deathbed, I decided to look up my favorite Emily Dickinson poem and came across the notes quoted below, written by composer Joshua Shank, discussing Samuel Barber’s musical adaptation of that poem. I love Barber’s sense of humor!

    “Let down the bars, O death” was written in the same summer as the landmark string quartet which eventually yielded the Adagio for Strings, and while that orchestral work went on to become synonymous with grief, its choral sibling is the one of the two that was actually performed at Barber‟s funeral in 1981. Of that event, Gian Carlo Menotti recalled: “He had a wonderful sense of humor, and he loved to shock people with unconventional phrases and actions. He loved good food, and one of his favorite things was a good soup with French croutons sprinkled on. He said: „When I die, please remember I don‟t want flowers, I just want croutons. Get a sack of croutons and sprinkle them over my coffin.‟ That we did. Some friends of his baked some bread and made croutons. I didn‟t have the courage to do it, but as his coffin was lowered three of his friends sprinkled croutons. I could just see Sam laughing.”

    1. Ron, thank you so very much for that wonderful visual of croutons flying onto a coffin! Just another example of letting people know what you want done to celebrate your life and individuality – good for those friends who honored this unique request! And when it comes to our own funerals, anything that is legal should be done without question.

  4. My father hadn’t attended church in 30 years, but mom hired an itinerant Methodist minister to lead his memorial service, for dad’s sibling,s in attendance, were life-long Methodists. She wrote the eulogy to be delivered by this heretofore unknown minister. He did an admirable job, until he came to this line:
    “Doug had a deep love of prunes.”
    I thought, “Whaaat?” Then realized the word was “Puns” not Prunes. The entire front pew of the chapel was shaking with silent laughter. Dad hated prunes! But he did love a good pun. This moment at his memorial nearly qualifies!

    1. Thank you for sharing that funeral humor with us all – PRUNES were the bain of my childhood. My grandmother made us eat 2 stewed prunes every morning when we were visiting. I just remember looking at that brown juice in the bottom of the dish, knowing I couldn’t go play until those dreaded fruits were down my throat. We were all so thrilled when her doctor switched her to 1/2 a banana each morning. I’m glad you all had that moment of laughter, I’m sure it lightened the grief at that moment.

  5. My mom was on hospice at home and to fill some time, my dad decided he’d show his great grandson how to build duck nesting boxes.
    The lumber and supplies he ordered showed up on a flatbed truck about a half hour after mom died.
    Brother Bob looked out the window, shook his head, and said, “I guess I can understand somebody coming home to die… but I didn’t know we had to build the coffin!”

  6. I appreciated this post and comments to offer some laughter when my day has been filled with tears.

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