My ex wife hated sad songs. She called them "emotional rape". My thought is, we were given a wide range of feelings, so why would we want to stay on the funny side all the time?

One night in Portsmouth I sang a sea song and there was an elderly lady in the front row weeping. After the performance I asked her what that was about, and she told me that her late husband had been a seafaring man, and was lost at sea. So, why did she sit there being miserable? Answer, because she WASN'T miserable. Maybe one has to be Irish to appreciate the joy of being sad.