When I was seven, I watched the cartoon where the gangster was going to kill Bugs Bunny. Just before we was about to shoot Bugs, he said “I’d kill yas, but ya amuse me.” I’m sure something hit my subconscious at that point, because
ever since that moment, I became amusing to save my life. I decided that if anyone ever came in the house to kill me
(though it was more likely someone from inside the house would do the deed) I had to be amusing- or be killed.
It’s served me well over the years. And I not dead, so I must be amusing. Or I just haven’t met the gangster yet.