I know there is nothing funny about Alzhiemer's disease because of what it does to people. Sometimes we find humor and laugh at and about things that are not even fun as what some call comic relief. We laugh, but it isn't funny. My mother's older sister years ago got Alzhiemer's disease. She was a very capable person in her life, raising a large family and operating a restaurant for many years, but when the disease took her, she got so she couldn't remember who she was or who anyone else was. Her kids were telling about how bad she was getting, and said she was getting down on the floor and scratching the rug! Her younger brother, and my mother's younger brother, just younger than she was said, "Well, maybe the rug itched! He had a quite a sense of humor that didn't set well with everyone. When i was little he passed a platter of chicken to me, and told me, "Have some dead chicken!" I never thought of it that way; I just considered it chicken meat or food! He told my uncle a fib about his horse just to be funny he told him that his horse was sick and couldn't get up. My uncle drove for almost 2 hours from his place, the same valley in which we were living at the time, went out and looked at his horse standing with all the other horses, and you know, I don't think he was even mad about that; he just took the joke good naturedly. My uncle gave my brother in law directions that was supposed to help him get to my brother's and his wife's brother's place, but instead that put him up on top of a mountain on a very bad road. My uncle thought it was funnier than my brother in law, who was very angry about that joke! My brother in law had a beautiful black with red interior 1958 Chevy Impala, and it wasn't a nice joke, and I suppose my uncle repented of that joke, no doubt because he became a Christian in his later years. He was a rodeoing cowboy as well as a large ranch and farm operator, and he got started going to these cowboy church meeting, and became a Christian. I never thought he would ever become a Christian because he talked worse than anyone I have ever heard, but the Lord cleaned up his language also. He died as a result of a horse accident when he was team roping when he was I think 84 years old, or something like that. Some said that he shouldn't have been rodeoing as old as he was, but then someone else said that he died happy doing what he loved to do.