I think this guy can be mentally ill and a moster at the same time.

At my paternal grandfather’s graveside funeral when I was 15 my cousin and I got the giggles. I don’t know why. It was freezing cold. Our grandfather was dead. It wasn’t funny. But we couldn’t stop giggling. But then the rabbi said, “It is better to be in a house of mourning than a house that parties all the time,”…