Trivial? Or Traumatic?

   Yes, I do read Dr. Komaroff's Health column in the Troy paper.   Even though such writings are obsolete in the time of Google, the newspaper is a considerable financial investment in nostalgia, and today's issue was only 16 pages long, so it's a must read. 
    Dr. K. 's advice this day is to keep a journal as a possible means of relieving stress, and, My Blog, you are my journal.  A college study discriminated between journal entries that were traumatic as opposed to trivial and determined that writing about traumatic experiences resulted in the use of fewer pain relievers.
    I don't get out much any more, so my experiences are not only few, but of such a nature that trivia and traumatic are difficult to separate.  Who knows what the lasting effect of an experience may be. My outing was attendance at a political function.  Well, I don't mean to be modest;  I, as an officially elected committee person, was an integral part of the meeting, in case you have any desire to combine the trivial with the traumatic.
   One of the speakers, a no-longer-young gentleman, (euphemism duly noted here), told a joke.  Here it is:
            An elderly couple was returning from church.  The wife was driving  when her husband suddenly, though not unexpectedly, died.  Since they were nearby the funeral home, she decided to drive directly there. The funeral director commented that her husband was wearing a black suit, perfect for the burial.  But the wife said no, she wanted him buried not in his black suit , but in a blue suit.  The funeral director said he'd see to it, and indeed the funeral went as planned, with the deceased attired in a nice blue suit.  When the wife went to settle the bill, the director said there would be no charge for the suit.  He explained that the same day as her husband's death, another man also died and he was wearing a blue suit.  Coincidentally this man was the same size and build as her husband, and his wife wanted him buried in a black suit, not the blue suit he was wearing. "So," said the funeral director, "I just switched heads."