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Prager U: Love Needs Laughs

Prager U: Love Needs Laughs

Living happily ever laughter

Are your relationships bursting with laughter? Or has the fun faded? Researchers dedicated to the science of happiness have found that laughter may be an effective gauge for the level of happiness in a relationship.

Comedian Yakov Smirnoff, host of PBS comedy special “Happily Ever Laughter,” explains for Prager U, “we make each other happy first, then laugher reassures us that we’re on the right track.”

And if the laughter is scarce?

“The fading away of laughter may be the best way to tell if your relationship has gone off course. So here’s what I want you to start doing — listen for laughter in your relationship and not just any laughter. Listen for moments when you share laughter together. If that isn’t happening every day, it’s time to do something about it.”

When things are not working, laughter is the first thing to go. Second thing to go is intimacy. Third thing is your house.”

Fear not. It may not be too late for corrective action:

“If you’re not laughing, there is trouble ahead. So how do you get the laughter back if you’ve lost it. Every relationship is different of course, but there is one constant — to laugh together you need to be together and that literally means time together. You need to start by making a decision that time together is important and it’s not negotiable.

Life is far too short to take it too seriously and as they say, laughter is truly the best medicine.

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Another Voice | August 16, 2016 at 1:35 pm

Three weeks ago I lost my husband of 52 years and the most dominant memories of him these past weeks have been about not only the laughter we shared but also the laughter he brought with him or laughter shared with him by his extended family and friends. Picking up his ashes this week at the mortuary, he caused me to have one final sharing moment. The funeral director strapped his (him) urn in the front passenger seat where, as was always his preference to be, waited while as I had need to stop at the grocery store before going home. Not that he used to go in with me but this had to be the first time I made mention that he didn’t have to go inside. He who had the last laugh!