Listen, if you’re patting yourself on the back for not romancing a public transit corpse, aim higher, sweetheart.

Be honest, when you see a dead body do you think 'RIP' or 'DTF?'
Joan Rivers’ Ghost (Still Judging You From Beyond)

By Joan Rivers’ Ghost (Still Judging You From Beyond)

Oh, honey, let’s unpack this like a coroner’s bag at a crime scene. If your daily gratitude journal reads: “Thank God I don’t wanna fuck a corpse on the R train,” then congratulations — you’re winning at life by the absolute skinniest margin possible. But what does this really say about you? Let’s diagnose it like a therapist who’s this close to quitting:

1. You Have Standards (Barely)

Most people are grateful for sunshine, coffee, or not getting murdered. You? You’re out here patting yourself on the back for not being the guy who gets arrested mid-coitus with a stiff at the 59th Street station. Bravo. The bar is so low it’s in hell, but hey — you cleared it!

2. You’re Probably a New Yorker

Because only in this godforsaken city would “At least I don’t want to desecrate a cadaver on the subway” be a legitimate self-affirmation. The R train alone is enough to kill anyone’s libido — living or dead.

3. You’re Aware of How Dark the World Is

Let’s face it: You’ve considered how messed up things must be for necrophilia to even cross your mind as a comparative win. That’s not gratitude — that’s existential survival. You’re basically saying, “Sure, my life’s a dumpster fire, but at least I’m not THAT dumpster fire.”

4. You Might Need New Hobbies

If not wanting to violate a corpse is your peak achievement today, maybe it’s time to take up knitting. Or drinking. Or literally anything that doesn’t make a mortician side-eye you.

5. You’re Secretly Hopeful

Because deep down, you know there’s a world where your gratitude list includes actual joys — like puppies, pizza, or not getting bedbugs from your Airbnb. But today? Today, you’re just relieved you’re not the reason they have to bleach the subway seats.

Final Verdict?

It says you’re a realist with a dark sense of humor, clinging to sanity by the thinnest thread. And honestly? In 2025, that’s practically mental health.

Now go treat yourself to something nice — like a stiff drink. (And no, that’s not a euphemism.)

— Joan’s Ghost (Still Fabulous, Still Dead)

Thank god I don't wanna fuck a corpse.

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