Finding Hilarity in Our Eminent Undoing

Several weeks ago, my great-grandmother passed away due to complications from leukemia. At 94, she had lived a good life, and was preceded in death by her husband of multiple decades. While not wanting to make light of her passing, I could not help but laugh audibly at her time of passing. Having settled into her brand new hospital bed, and listening to the musical musings of my father in the other room, she simply slipped away, destined for the blissful heaven immortalized in myriad hymns. During what song did she choose to exit? None other than, "I'll Fly Away"...priceless.