It’s not funny to joke about people’s death, regardless of who they are.
When somebody dies, you can either cry about it, or find the funny side and take the message into your heart that the person wanted to leave. A man who spent his life entertaining others through his own misfortune and excess, dies through misfortune and excess. If I don’t laugh about Ryan Dunn’s death? I’ll be insulting his memory. He’d want me to be laughing, or he’d be pissed off that all he managed to do in death was bum all his fans out.
I think with me it’s that when I have sex, it wont be to become closer to the person, but to celebrate how close I already am with the person. And I don’t want to sleep with anybody until I believe I love them. That’s just me.