Cash couldn't help it: he laughed.
It was more manic than it was natural, but he was startled into it, a bark of laughter that had him putting his hand over his mouth because he was startled by it.
"I'm sorry," he said, "It's just —" he broke off with a shrug.
It was just that it was funny, the idea that he had something in common with a ghost — it was funny, if morbid, to think of Eli's death as the most traumatic thing that had ever happened to him. And maybe it was the most traumatic thing, but Cash had never thought of it like that before.
"— it's not really funny. Graveyard humor, maybe."
It was more manic than it was natural, but he was startled into it, a bark of laughter that had him putting his hand over his mouth because he was startled by it.
"I'm sorry," he said, "It's just —" he broke off with a shrug.
It was just that it was funny, the idea that he had something in common with a ghost — it was funny, if morbid, to think of Eli's death as the most traumatic thing that had ever happened to him. And maybe it was the most traumatic thing, but Cash had never thought of it like that before.
"— it's not really funny. Graveyard humor, maybe."
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