My best friend in the entire universe died a year ago. He was the only person who accepted me for who I was. We loved each other a lot, but it wasn’t romantic at all.
One day we were at a party together and he left early to bring some girl back to his place. He kissed my cheek and said his goodbyes and he told me that we’d go out and eat pizza the next day. That was the last I ever heard of him. He got in a giant car crash that flung him out of the window into a tree. The damage left him brain dead and he was at the point of no return. I was there the day they pulled the plug, I heard his last breath, I saw his lifeless eyes after it was all over. It was the worst day of my entire life.
At his funeral, I said a few words and sang a song in his memory, and we all did the normal funeral proceedings. Then the preacher went up to the podium and started mumbling on and on about how Nick (my friend) was an amazing kid, blah blah blah (Insert generic funeral script here…) and then I realized that everything he was saying was such a lie! I thought of how if Nick were right there listening, he’d be dying with the giggles. The preacher knew nothing about him at all! Nick was the type of kid that was sarcastic and very quirky. He was totally badass too! It was all so funny to me that I burst out laughing in the middle of everything. He would have loved to see it. :)
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Another instance would be when I ran away. One night, my guy friends and I decided we were going to run away to Canada. It was in the middle of our spring break and we just wanted to go. We packed up our lives into my friend’s tiny Toyota Scion and went off! It took us 25 hours to get to the border. It was a lot of fun and giggles the entire ride there. One of the BEST rides of my life. When we got to the border, we were turned around by the Canadian officers for some odd reason and we had to go back through the United States border. At the border, they actually had found out that we were runaways and planned to detain us. With my fighting attitude, I quickly began to be defiant. I spit, cursed, kicked, and punched some of the officers. It was a horrible situation, but my friends and I were laughing right in their faces. One of my friends was making pterodactyl noises the entire time while I put up a riot. The officers questioned our sanity, so they quickly carted us off to the hospital for mental evaluation. The police picked us up, threw our asses into the backseat of a cop car, and we were on our way to the hospital. We were laughing the entire way to the hospital. It was one of the most hilarious experiences of my life.