There was a brilliant AlternateCharacterInterpretation of Lovecraft on Twitter: '''Drunk Lovecraft'''. Yes, you read that right--and it's ''amazing''. "Bitter, divorced, re-animated author of weird fiction. Has developed a bit of a drinking problem since returning from the grave."

Now defunct, but it contained gems like...
* "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the ability of the human mind to obliterate all its contents with sweet, sweet gin."
* "When confronted by the fungi from Yuggoth, try and lick one. They'll still take your brain, but you'll be high as a motherfucker."
* "Today a cocker spaniel humped my leg, and I immediately thought of Creator/AugustDerleth."
* "If you think God moves in mysterious ways, you've never seen Yog-Sothoth take the dance floor."

* Although ''Literature/TheCaseOfCharlesDexterWard'' is anything but funny, this line could be construed as darkly humorous:
--> ''There was something hideous, blasphemous, and abnormal about it [a voice], and but for a cry from his recovering wife which cleared his mind by arousing his protective instincts it is not likely that Theodore Howland Ward could have maintained for nearly a year his old boast that he had never fainted.''
* Similarly, the last line of "The Statement of Randolph Carter" walks a thin line between comedy and NightmareFuel:
--> ''[[spoiler: "You fool, Warren is DEAD!"]]''
* Lovecraft's {{Melodrama}} parody "Sweet Ermengarde" is ''intentionally'' funny, as is his Creator/TSEliot parody "Waste Paper."
** The DastardlyWhiplash behavior of the villain of the former, 'Squire Hardman, is ''hilarious'':
--> ''But these tender passages, sacred though their fervour, did not pass unobserved by profane eyes; for crouched in the bushes and gritting his teeth was the dastardly ’Squire Hardman! When the lovers had finally strolled away he leapt out into the lane, [[DastardlyWhiplash viciously twirling his moustache and riding-crop]], and [[KickTheDog kicking an unquestionably innocent cat]] who was also out strolling.''

--> ''One day as ’Squire Hardman sat in the front parlour of his expensive and palatial home, indulging in his favourite pastime of gnashing his teeth and swishing his riding-crop, a great thought came to him; and [[CardCarryingVillain he cursed aloud at the statue of Satan on the onyx mantelpiece.]]​''