Humor and healing

Me: “Sing? Did you say sing? How could you say that at a time like this? How completely insensitive to my feelings can you be?” 

Mom: “Oh, honey, you know the devil hates a song. Sing a hymn with me! How about your favorite hymn? Let’s sing that.”

Me (to myself): “So she wants a song, does she? I’ll give her a song. Let’s see how she likes that old drinking song . . .”—and I started to sing one. 

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