I guess it’s true that we all grieve in our own special way.
The family tragedy I missed… A retrospect from a by-stander.
Judy Guess

Could this probably explain why when on a funeral some people start laughing and cracking up jokes as if there’s no tomorrow (and many other people kind of join into that moment)?

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