After 2 older brothers, way too much Cosby, 1 1/2 years on a mission, 10 years of marriage, nearly 2 Masters later (neither of them mine), and 2 miraculous children I learned one thing. It's simply this, humor saves lives.
My brothers teased me endlessly about my joke of the year. From then on the battle of the funniest sibling ensued. Being the youngest it fell to me as such, "She who laughs last laughs loudest." I'm sure they still suffer from memories like teaching me Karate (1st you must learn how to fall) as Dad walked around the corner. To being best friends with X-girlfriends. But it was their fault they began the process of learning the importance of laughter.
A friend kept my veins from collapsing, my mother-in-law helped me deal with having family within a 2 minute drive. An incomparable mission companion and two more boys of my own all added to the tutelage.
I have an insatiable desire to be funny. Recently told me was this valuable well tested philosophy, "We don't laugh because we're happy. We're happy because we laugh." Whether I am funny or not is left to you, but humor eases and lightens the journey and is the destination...