The Wisdom of Humor

Oscar Wilde's last words are, I can't endure this wallpaper so he left. St. Lawrence's humor who was tortured to death by being roasted on a barbecue spit. And then there are dying words that are both serious and humorous, like Socrates. He lifted up the winding sheet and said, Oh, Credo, I forgot something. We owe a cock to a scleepius. Is that all? No other answer.