The Story of an Hour: Kate Chopin

Is it just me or was that mean to be a funny story? Maybe it was the irony that was so funny to me, but as soon as I was through with the reading, I began to cackle. Not chuckle. Cackle. Like a banshee.  I mean honestly, death was the means to her freedom no matter what.  Had her husband died, she would have been free. And when she died, she freed herself from the constraints of her life and marriage. Kudos.