Not a funny answer
My grandmother's, as in between the time we'd called to say we were picking her up to go out to lunch and the time we arrived, she'd had a stroke and died.

She helped my mother raise me after my parents divorced. I had to call my mother at work and get her to leave and come to the hospital without telling her exactly what had happened.

I felt like part of my heart had died, too. I still do.
(louveciennes can kill a bat with an egg whisk on, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 19:25, closed)