I confided to one of the PA's here at work that I still have Santa's up in my house because I can't bear to take them down (because Cliff put them up).
She looked horrified.
And said to me, "You can't do that. It's bad luck."
At which point, I replied, "Feckin' bad luck? Are you shitting me?"
And then we both fell about laughing at how ludicrous her statement was.
We laughed until tears fell down our faces.
And I don't feel bad for laughing.
And it felt good.
And he'd have laughed too.