Our mother called humor “medicine for the soul”. 

My brother, Terry, easily the funniest McCarthy, is currently in hospice and I overheard this exchange while the nurses were working on him the other day:

Terry: My ankle hurts.

Nurse: Which one?

Terry: All of them.

Nurse: How many ankles do you have, Terry?

Terry:  Seven.

Laughter, loud and long, including Terry.