On self-deprecating humor

A few years back, my grandfather was boogie boarding (!) when he hit the wake of the boat unexpectedly and lost his dentures. He just spat them out there in the middle of the lake. Afterwards, he made it a point to let folks know that they were taking a big chance swimming there. When asked why, he'd smile and say that there was a big bass that had taken his teeth and was just dying to take a bite out of someone.

There was always an opportunity to take the familiar and turn it to the absurd. It was his way of telling his stories. They'll be missed.

So will he.

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On self-deprecating humor

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