Laughter The Best Medicine?

Just for fun I thought I'd do a little story and confine myself to 250 words.  Here 'tis... Hope you have fun reading it.

They’d have bet George would whine, snivel, and cry when they came to escort him to the chair; George was just that kind of guy.  But when the two guards arrived George was laughing so hard he could barely breathe; his last meal untouched, a crumpled up piece of paper clutched in his hand.

“Hope he doesn’t laugh himself to death before we get him to the chair,” one of the guards grumbled, shackling George in preparation for the dead man’s walk.

“Yeah, an execution’s no laughing matter,” came the reply.

George would have been rolling on the floor absent the guards’ tight grip as they propelled him through the cell block.

The witnesses to the execution were appalled; George snorted, giggled and roared with laughter all the way to the chair.  Just before the final strapping in, George erupted into another paroxysm of uncontrolled laughter, balled up the paper still held in his fist, tossed the ball into the corner of the executioner’s room and sat down, still quaking as he belly laughed out the last few moments of his life. 

After the execution the witnesses were, again, appalled at inappropriate laughter.  One of the guards who’d escorted George to his death was reading:

“Dear Mr. George Hudson,

Magazine Clearing House is pleased to announce you are this year’s winner of the Magazine Clearing House sweepstakes.  A representative will be calling soon to present you with our grand prize; $5,000 per week for the rest of your life!”