I don't even know if this is worthy of posting, nor if it makes sense, I just had to get it out of my head. So here's my little strange drabble. I got the idea after stumbling, for the 5000th time, across the quote I used and thought it was just too good to not use. Also, was listening to Panic!At the Disco at the time, so thats' where the title comes from. So, yeah...Obviously, I haven't written much of everything recently, I've been taking a bit of a break. I don't know how long that will last, but if anyone really has a request or anything, I might just do it. Or if I suddenly get major inspiration...but for now, here's this story, please read and review and I love you all!
I do not own friends/actors/ characters/Panic!At the Disco, but I do currently own the first two eps of Studio 60...okay, who is totally loving Matt Albie? (raises hand) He's so pretty...
Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.
Chandler couldn't quite remember who had first spoken those famous words and right now, he really didn't care. All he knew was that never before had truer words been spoken.
Comedy was hard. He knew that, he had always known that, ever since he had used his first real wisecrack in front of a sea of stiff upper lip aristocrats – otherwise known as his mother's drunken friends. Eight at the time, Chandler had felt pity in these people that they couldn't even muster a pity laugh towards a child.
He had wanted that pity laugh so bad. Now, he couldn't stand the thought of even one pity laugh being sent his direction.
Dying was easy. Why else would people be able to pass on so quickly? It was much easier to elicit tears of pain from a mourning loved one then it was to grab tears of laughter from a room of judgemental faces.
Chandler knew it didn't matter who had first spoken those famous words – surely there wasn't a pop quiz in heaven, the only way to gain access. Surely they wouldn't be that cruel.
Chandler guessed he would find out soon enough.
Any minute now, it would become easy.