The terrible bright side to tragedy

A coworker from my hometown bought her tween aged son a puppy a few months back. The kid had been going through a rough time recovering from surgery and his mom thought a puppy would help him cope. The boy had never had a dog before and he loved rolling around with the tiny puppy. But one day, while they were rolling around, the dog's paw got caught on the boy's carpenter looop in his jeans and when the boy flipped his body over, the puppy went flying in the air. At this point in the story, when his mom was telling me this, I felt like busting out laughing. I could just imagine the little beagle's ears flopping in the wind as he was launched from the boy's pant loop. But just as a smile started to twitch on my lips, the coworker finished saying, ". . .flew right into the wall and broke his neck." I felt so terrible right then; the kid just had skin grafts because of an accident causing third degree burns and now, he killed his own puppy. Laughing seemed to be like kicking the guy while he was down. But, as shameful as it is, the thought of that puppy flying through the air still brings a smile to my face. It's just ridiculous and slightly ironic and I can't help it.
I didn't laugh when my best friend's dog passed away when we were sixteen; I didn't think it was funny when my dog died on the day after Christmas; I did smile a little when my cat kicked the bucket, but it was my birthday and my mom and I ended up spending most of it trying to find the vet to put hateful old Heartly down after she had been hit by a car. We had the hardest time because I think they had moved locations and when we finally made it to the right side of town, we ended up circling the place for two or three hours before we actually found it. I did think that was kind of funny.
I don't know; maybe I'm just a little morbid, but death can be funny sometimes, I think. I think it's always sad too, but sometimes a situation is just too ridiculous and you've just got to laugh. The Reduced Shakespeare Company, when they do all of Shakespeare's plays in 90 minutes or whatever, play out most of the tragedies but condense all of his comedies into one, 3 minute thing. They do this because the "tragedies are just more fun," I belive is what they say. I don't think I'd agree with all of that, but when I think about how much tragic events in our lives suck, I'm kind of glad for those situations (which still suck) I can laugh about.