It's a stupid, feel-good, do nothing excercise.
The Sesame Street people in Africa are free to do it, if it makes them feel good. I'm free to make fun of their creation.
And you're free to pat yourself on the back, imploring people to show more compassion for an puppet who is sick.
I don't see any antennas.
I have a good friend whose parents both died within months of each other (of lukemia and cancer, respectively) when he was nine, and actually, it was quite devastating for him, not at all humorous as you seem to think. Of course, he was fortunate, he was able to go to foster home in Canada, he not simply sent to fend for himself on the streets as most of these kids are. But, color me humorless I guess, I am not able to find much joy in the contemplation of such things.