Are people suddenly incapable of writing funny books?!

The book I'm reading right now ('The Year Of Secret Assignments'), is very depressing. Sure, it was all happy-go-lucky and funny in the beginning, but then the author has to go and make everyone be depressed, or become suicidal, or die. It was good until page 153, the it just got bleak and gloomy. Well, I guess I'll finish it, but the next book I read had better be very funny.
Anyway, I've just been hanging out at home all morning.
We did end up having pizza last night... perhaps there is some frozen pizza still in the fridge?
I'd better go check that out...
See ya!