<![CDATA[In Defense Of Tasteless Jokes, Ctd]]>After reading the story of the brother joking over his sister's death bed, a reader recalls an old column by Dan Savage:

After a long struggle, we had to go into my mother's hospital room and tell her that nothing more could be done. She didn't go into the hospital expecting to die and she was not ready to go. But she took the news with her characteristic grace. She said her farewells, asked us never to forget her (as if), and paused for a moment. Then Mom lifted an eyebrow, shrugged, and said...

"Shit."

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