Humour

A ghost sharing a cup of java with a mortician. The ghost is not ominous, but is instead friendly.
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Autopsy Report: Your basic white dad

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Noeka Nimmervoll, Staff Coroner  The following is a transcription of a voice recording from a mortician’s autopsy.  Testing, testing. OK, time is 8:14 a.m. on Saturday, October 14, 2017. Name of deceased: Doug Graves. Location of death — uhh — the daughter, Abigail, said she realized something was wrong after her dad hadn’t left the bathroom for 9 hours. How did she not realize before? Well, anyway. Location: Their…

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A man wearing all black grins at the camera. He is sitting next to a pile of books at the library.
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SCARY STORIES: Vampire spotted at the Bennett Library

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Gurnoor Jhajj, SFU Student and Mason Mattu, Humour Editor It all went down before a history midterm, on the sixth floor of the library. I was going over my notes, double-fisting two coffees and an energy drink, when I…

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A student wearing business attire sitting next to a Beedie School of Business sign, contemplating.
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BEEDIE BRO: Ghosts, goblins, ghouls, and great investment opportunities

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Lucaiah Smith-Miodownik, Entrepreneur  Yes, I still go trick-or-treating, just not for the candy.  What a lot of people without the Beedie mindset don’t realize is that Halloween is the perfect networking opportunity. See, while everyone else is going door…

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A keyboard covered with chips all over it. The keyboard is frowning.
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I HATE YOU. UNSINCERLY, YOUR LAPTOP’S KEYBOARD

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Veronica Richards, SFU Student Every day, I curse that I was born as a plebeian laptop keyboard! If only I could’ve been a bougie mechanical with 18 different components and satisfying clicky sounds . . . (click, click, click).…

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A black and white photo of the SFU reflecting pond.
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SFUnexplained: What’s hiding behind the surface of the reflecting pond?

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Sasha Rubick, SFU Student It’s easy to disregard the SFU reflecting pond when you walk past it every day. But here at The Peak, we wear tin foil hats to pitch meetings and curate evidence boards. That’s how real…

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A girl standing with a bow and arrow behind a building on fire. It’s Katniss from Hunger Games.
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The Convocation Games

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Tribute from District Academia  The day the reaping email arrived, the clouds over Burnaby brooded deeper than usual.  A message was broadcast to every graduating student from the registrar’s office: “Each graduate shall receive two tickets for the ceremony.…

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A remixed image of bread, a seal, and other funny items surrounding The Peak logo.
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A Peak through the archives: Judging past humour pieces

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Heidi Kwok, Humour Expert Did you know that The Peak wasn’t always funny? Gasp, you say. Oh, but it’s true. It wasn’t until the first humour section, “Nifty Pages,” graced us with its presence on January 12, 1998, that…

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A chaotic-looking lady with hair curlers all tied up in her hair.
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Two songs that played as a soundtrack to my embarrassing life

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Noeka Nimmervoll, Staff Diva  Dear Diary,  I can’t lie, life has been wild recently. I don’t know what’s going on with the universe — I think Mercury is definitely in retrograde. Either that, or the universe has developed a…

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A white woman wearing all sorts of different cultural attire, holding a map in her pocket.
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My journey infiltrating the country of Islam

Peak Web November 11, 2025

By: Zainab Salam, Sand Excavator Mission report: Desert Day 1 Subject: Bringing Civilization™ to the so-called Orient. “Girl, we going to Islam?” That is what I asked my adjutant upon dismounting the camel. He nodded gravely. Neither of us knew…

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