When I first joined this community, I recall encountering a man (peace be upon him) who did not like jokes. He took offence that I am not serous 
percent of the time.
I’m sorry, but laughter is a part of a joyful life.
I lost my Dad when I was in my early twenties. I struggle to remember his facial features and his voice, but I can still remember his laugh. I get my sense of humor from my Dad.
My children make me laugh every day. And they get their sense of humor from me. And hearing them laugh brings my soul joy.
And my beautiful Wife probably would not have Married me had I been super serious every second of my life. I see it as my job to make her laugh at least once a day. And if I can’t, then I have failed as a good Husband ; )
Recently we encountered a bitter Sedevacantist here on this forum. And I still Pray for him, but he was filled with misery, and I don’t believe that God intended us to be miserable every moment of our lives.
There are times and places that require reverence.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 talks about the different times in our lives that are all a gift, though we may not always see them as such.
There is an appointed time for everything,
and a time for every affair under the Heavens.
A time to give birth, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to tear down, and a time to build.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;
a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
Trent Horn posted a video this week on this very topic. And it reminds me to Pray more for those who lack or have lost a sense of humor and for those of us who joke more than we ought.
And may we never forget the sound of our loved one’s laughter after they have passed!
I have many laughs and I’ve noticed that I have stolen other people’s laughs. If something is really funny, I’ve noticed that I laugh like my Uncle Larry or my friend David. I’ve noticed that one of the newer laughs I’ve collected belongs to my co-worker. It is strange that I do this. And when I have passed, who knows which of these laughs individuals will remember me by. I’ve currently got about 12 different laughs depending on how funny something is or is not.