I think I was born with a gallows humor.

I remember in first grade. It was raining outside, so we didn't go outside for recess. The teacher would give us prompts to draw from. For some reason, she gave a group of us girls a prompt about a dream wedding. (for FIRST GRADERS). Everyone drew their happy wedding. I drew a funeral scene. That got me sent to the school psychologist and a nick name of "Wednesday Addams"