He laughs until the act of breathing becomes implausible. He says, Come on that was hilarious. And then someone says, I called an ambulance.

The clouds gather above us, threatening inundation. We share a collective thought, so strong it rustles the leaves. And so the funeral ends.

A crowd had gathered around me and I was making them laugh so hard. I told a final joke and a woman said, I didn’t realize you were that sad.

The news was tough to watch. He turned off the television and took her hand. She pulled it away. You don’t respect my liberty, she told him.

She’s staring at me, to the point of making me self-conscious, and now she’s walking toward me and she says, I used to follow you on Twitter.