Freddy told the crudest jokes. He never pulled any punches.
Especially when it was a celebrity who died, or some awful national tragedy.
TOO SOON! people would say, or tweet.
How soon is okay? A day? A week? A year?
That’s when a stray tachyon particle struck his long term memory center.
Freddy’s awful jokes came before the stuff actually happened.
Now, they weren’t just too soon, but more sick than funny.
Until these things actually happened.
HOLY FUCK! people would say. HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW?
Freddy never responded. He’d hung himself, laughing.
The first and last laugh.