I’d planned on writing an insightful column this week. One which contemplated how the sorrow and grief which follows the death of a loved one often prompts us to examine the way we live our own life. But as my fingertips rested gently on my keyboard this morning, I found I wasn’t up to it just yet.

Too many people I know have lost those who are near and dear to them this week. And even from my place on the periphery of their grief, that pain was too fresh in my heart for such a weighty topic.

I’ve always given stock to that old adage about laughter being the best medicine. There is nothing more cathartic, in my opinion, than a good belly laugh or a bit of silliness. So here is my attempt at comic relief.

I love the English language, because there are so many idiosyncrasies. One word can have a host of different meanings, some of which have positive connotations. Others, negative.

The word “judgment,” for example, has some six different definitions according to Monsieurs Merriam and Webster. It can be an “authoritative opinion,” a court decree or proposition. It can even have a biblical connotation when capitalized, in reference to the final judgment of mankind by God.