Br. Monday still doesn’t get it, but this time he’s sure it’s not him…
They used to tell of an elder who was dying at Scete. The brothers surrounded his bed. They put him in the habit and set about weeping. He, however, opened his eyes and laughed; then he laughed again and laughed a third time. The brothers implored him saying: “Tell us, abba, why are you laughing while we are weeping?” He said to them: “I laughed because you all are afraid of death. The second time I laughed because you are unprepared; the third time I laughed because I am passing from toil to repose”, and the elder promptly fell asleep.
The Golden Echo 
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