I wrote an essay about how much being sad is funny. It was generally well received and was so clever I now can't understand any of the technical stuff in it. I consider this a success on the level of a scientist being eaten by her own mutant, miscarried child after using her forbidden science to re-create the life that was so cruelly stolen from her.
Just like that.
Oh, and here's pictures for sad children, whom I stole from.