One day at work, many, many years ago, I told a joke to my colleagues that went like this: A woman has just given birth to a baby. The doctor comes into the room and says, "Ma'am, I've got good news and bad news. The good news is that your baby is nothing but a giant eye." The woman starts up and cries, "Oh my God! What's the bad news?" To which the doctor replies, "The bad news is, it's blind."
Now, I got some chuckles over that, but for some strange reason a very bad feeling came over me after I had told that joke. It was a very subjective thing; just a feeling that somehow the joke wasn't right.
About three weeks later my wife gave birth to a stillborn baby that was horribly deformed.
So even though I like to joke as much as ever I did those forty years ago, I'm a bit more circumspect about it. Just a bit, mind you!
Yeah. That would do it.