The line between tragedy and comedy gets thinner all the time. There comes a point when the only possible logical sane response to it is laughter. You force your tears to turn to cheers. if you don't they will drown you.
GRAND GUIGNOL(a short drama stressing HORROR and SENSATIONALISM) It is named after the theater Le Grand Guignol in Paris where such dramas were performed. Our GRAND GUIGNOL is Washington, D.C. Other countries may have them too under different names. After awhile you are no longer shocked appalled frightened terrorized. You've seen it all and nothing gets through to you. Been there done that. What's next?
Lucille Ball stuffing chocolates inside her dress working behind a conveyor belt loaded with chocolates that keeps going faster and faster and faster.
Lucille Ball getting drunk on an elixir called vitameatvegamin which is basically alcohol
Lucille Ball setting her fake nose on fire
Carol. Burnett walking down the stairs wearing a grand ball gown made of drapes and held up by curtain rods on her shoulders
See? Isn't that so much better than GRAND GUIGNOL? It was good for me. Was it good for you too?