When I was in my first group home I was walking at night on a street and there was a dead guy laying in the street and it was cordoned off by police. I laughed at that one for weeks.
I was sitting on a log in a park looking for some crack and someone snuck up behind me and smashed a wine bottle over my head. Cue the rim shot.
I was in the hospital and the orderlies were carrying a woman to the isolation room. I could see she was going to bite one of them on the arm but I didn’t warn them in time. She had a funny smile, it was hilarious, I still chuckle about it when I think about it.
I guess the common moral of these stories is sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself.