Our daughter used to pull our legs. Her pranks were chilling to the bone. One day she stayed in the bathroom for 4 hours and played the role of a drowned. Another day she nearly gave a heart attack to grandma, falling onto the floor and convulsing. Another time she laid somewhere with a knife, smeared with ketchup.
It seemed mild jokes, but all family was on sedatives, that was the reverse of her pranks. After a while we stopped to pay attention to her shines.
And then I came home after working day and saw a breathless corpse with blue lips on the floor. “It’s not funny”, I said and wanted to go to the bathroom.
It’s two months since she had passed away. She choked over an apple and died.