“... nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.”

“I knew all this, I understood the rules, but still, nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.”

“It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.”

“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”

“You making jokes about my illness? Not funny. Me making jokes about my illness? Funny.”

“I remember the feeling even now; an inescapable stickines of each other like magnets on the fridge. It's funny how someone can be such an integral part of your life, like you laugh at the same jokes and eat your ice cream cones the same way and share your toys and dreams and everything but your heartbeats, and then one day - nothing. You share nothing. It's like none of it ever happened.”