Humour and Death
When my friend was on the point of death she laughed.
Actually she could not move or talk at this point and she often stopped breathing for a few moments as we both watched and waited — was this her last breath.
We were her two closet friends at that time and we both sat with her overnight as well as day times until she passed. But I was not working full time so spent the most time, my honour. It was just…