My mother is old, but she jokes around. She lives in a senior living home. After a certain age some people don’t like joking. They take her sarcasm the wrong way. I get that from my family. Everybody talks over each other. The first time I took my wife to my family reunion, she said, “I don’t know what’s going on. I can’t do this!”

He rolled his eyes, which buoyed me with relief. The dying don’t bother with sarcasm.

I have nothing but respect for you — and not much of that.

If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you.

Getting married is like trading in the adoration of many for the sarcasm of one.

Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile.