I'm gonna pretext this post by saying my father died earlier this year from pancreatic cancer. He said in his last days it was the most miserable experience of his life, and if he could go back and do it over he would have turned down all treatments and died quickly in his bed than slowly and painfully. I think watching that happen (and hearing his first hand accounts) gives me a decent soap box to preach off of.
He was originally diagnosed a year ago. went through surgery and treatments, and was told he'd be good, then a few weeks later he was rediagnosed and he died three months later. The day he was re diagnosed. he waited until my mother fell asleep and called me and the first two things he said were "Damn it to hell, the first time TN football is gonna be good in years and I'm gonna miss it." and he immediately followed it up with "And I won't get to see if those ****ing mayans were right or not either."
In the face of 100% confirmed death. He was making jokes.
We bought him a new tree stand (avid hunters in our whole family) and he got to use it once (killed a 6 point too, while on chemo). First thing he said about it?
"You make sure your mother doesn't get married for a few years. I don't want some other jerk killing deer out of my stand until you get a few."
He went to chemo one day that I took him, and one of the nurses was new. She missed his vein six times trying to get the needles in. And they hurt (especially when you've lost 70 pounds or so). They finally called the head nurse over and she got it on the first try. He looked at her, smiled and said, "Don't worry, it wasn't so bad. I grew up in the 70's." and the head nurse laughed because the new one didn't get the joke.
My mother swears to this day that when he died, he had a smile on his face. (I was taking finals and wasn't there because he threatened to haunt my ass if I left school).
I hope this has gotten through a bit, but, in case it hasn't I'll say it bluntly. Most people can't deal with death or tragedy. They have to find a way to cope. Drugs, alcohol, women, sports, fantasy, or often comedy. The best comedy comes from the saddest moments. Richard pryor's best standup routine happened describing how he set himself on fire trying to smoke crack. He took terror and tragedy and turned it into something to make tons of people feel better.
I understand you guys see it as disrespect to joke about an illness, but I disagree. Even mean spirited comedy is still a form of coping for something else and an exercising of the first amendment. To berate someone for finding something funny (and the joke was worth a chuckle honestly) because it offends "you" (especially if nobody you know has the problem) is one of the must un American things you can do. We have bigger things to hate each other for. At least make it something worth fighting over.