The day after Mikhail Bulgakov died in 1940, an anonymous official from Joseph Stalin’s office telephoned the playwright’s home and asked, “Is Comrade Bulgakov dead?” The question was asked to verify the death of the censored author, not to mourn him; after hearing that Bulgakov was indeed dead, the caller hung up without further comment….
Have you ever laughed so hard that your stomach hurt? I believe in this kind of laughter. Being able to laugh at yourself and be okay with it. Laughing so hard that your stomach hurts and you can’t catch your breath. The kind of laughter that even makes your face hurt from laughing so long….