This is how I approach the world when things hurt:

"During a tour of Germany in 1958, Marx, accompanied by his then-wife, Eden, his daughter, Melinda, Robert Dwan, and Dwan's daughter Judith, climbed a pile of rubble that marked the site of Adolf Hitler's bunker, the site of Hitler's death, and performed a two minute charleston.[6]"

From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groucho_Marx

What an inspiration.