My family is full of crazy people (me included)

The other day I ate some tortillas. The tortillas are somewhat peculiar though, because they were made with rapeseed oil, the package says.

I don't actually know what this rapeseed oil is, but I don't actually wanna know, because I feel it might take the amusement out of it. I know, it's probably some plant that has nothing to do with rape itself. Maybe it's a stupid thing to find funny. But you know, you could say the same about death.

For a lot of people death is a taboo, but let me tell you, that isn't the case with my family (especially the father's side of it). I've talked about this earlier, but my grandfather who has cancer – which will probably end up taking him – isn't sad about it. On the contrary, he reminded me and my dad with a twink in his eye: "Do not forget to attend my funeral." I mean, death, yeah, it's sad, but when you see an old man laughing after saying that, what else can you really do other than laugh back. People just don't talk like that! That's why it's funny. Or what do you think? Maybe we are just twisted fuckos, all of us, with a twisted sense of humor. I mean, even during my aunt's birthday dinner, her husband casually just says that he already has a grave stone waiting to be put onto his grave (well, he is 65 or something, I'll give him that). You might think that the whole room would go quiet after saying that but no, everyone in there just laughs at it. And honestly, I think it's hilarious. Call me heartless bastard all you want, but that's just what we seem to do in the family: laugh at death.