When my daughter was very young, she related to me that she had died laughing. She said she had long grey hair done up in a bun and was in a rocking chair. Laughter seems to permeate my specific branch of the family. I had a son with a developmental disability, the hallmarks of which were laughing and smiling(Angelman Syndrome). My grandson has also related a story but I wrote it down somewhere and have to find it. The remarks that both made were brief and it didn't help to question them any further because it seemed as if that's all they knew.
