most inappropriate time you have laughed/smiled?

[SteveArt]

i think for me , when i was in school i used to smile when i was being told off.

We attended DSM's funeral when my first dd was only a few weeks old. Didn't really have anyone to leave dd with as she was so small and entirely breastfed. I carefully planned things so that I fed dd before the service hoping she would sleep through or at least stay quiet. Turned out dd had other ideas. It was a longer than average service as it was held by SM's church (she was a spiritualist) and around the forty minute mark dd started groaning and doing the whingey feed me face. I figured the best thing to do was to feed her myself (thinking no one would notice as we were sat near the back). Turns out dd had found her voice and started making these "I am very hungry, feed me now" noises as I unhooked my bra and even when she was latched on which not only cracked me up but my two cousins and two aunts and uncles sat on the row in front. I could see everyone's shoulders shaking and my aunts face was such a picture.

DD gave a very sad occasion some light relief and aunt still mentions it now (dd is 15).

The crematorium part of the funeral was interesting too as my DF and DSM were big Tina Turner fans. As the service finished and the curtains slowly closed over the coffin "Simply the Best" starts to play.... of course when it gets to the line "My hearts on fire" Dh and I get the giggles again.
Still not sure to this day whether that was an intentional choice or not...

Head teacher at senior school was giving our class a Very Serious Talk about a theft that had happened. I don't know what was stolen as the friend I was sitting next to was distracting me by writing stupid messages about people she thought I should fancy. They were wildly inappropriate.
I got the giggles and try as I might, I couldn't hide it very well. The head teacher ended up shouting at me. My annoying friend kept it up so I just had to look out of a window.

Oh god. I feel awful about this one but I managed to mask it - JUST

Very very close family member was having big mental health problems, and had a sort of break down. At one point they were trying to explain how they felt and they said “I feel like I’ve got immense power. I could just take this wooden spoon and smash it to smithereens”

It was so so NOT funny and terrifying and genuinely worrying but I almost laughed. They were flailing the wooden spoon very intensely and with such a manic stare. It was awful. I managed to smother the laugh into a disguised smirk type expression. And I cringe so much that the next sentence was “do you think that’s funny?”

No no no no no definitely not.

Why do we sometimes laugh when it’s not only not appropriate, but the LEAST appropriate thing we could possibly do???

NOT a funeral story 😀
Was going through all the rigmarole and high stakes of rather posh private IVF and was anaesthetised for egg removal then trollied into the serenely quiet and serious recovery room alongside other patients. Apparently and most unfortunately in my sedated state I was having a rip roaring good time and was laughing hysterically and chatting away extremely loudly. I have no recollection of this whatsoever but apparently my chat was rather er, lurid and distressing for the other patients and the nurses (who told me later they were in stitches at this point), had to rapidly remove raucous old me from the room and abandon me in a corridor to literally come to my senses.
To this day I have no knowledge of what I said. (A nurse promised to enlighten me when I had recovered, but never did). I just came round eventually feeling rather bewildered and wondering where I was and why the nurses were stern (but their mouths were still twitching.) Safe to say I had been completely, totally and utterly inappropriate and in my sleep too. PS If you were that nurse spill the beans!

My mums funeral. Was a lovely service until the celebrant suddenly turned serious and started shouting at the coffin! “GO INTO THE LIGHT *SHARON, FOLLOW THE LIGHT!!”
I couldn’t help but snigger!

*Sharon was not her name.

Two instances about the same death
My cousin was helping carry my grandads coffin, carried it in fine ect.
Went to carry it back out and he was stood the way he came in and everyone else was facing the other way , the priest had to come down from the altar and tell him to turn around . Me and my mum lost it half sobbing half cracking up

And while we were burying the same grandads ashes my mum started to empty them into the shared plot with me nan, and a gust of wind took some , so she leaned a bit further into the hole and just started banging the end of the urn like a ketchup bottle , it was echoing around the grave yard and me and my bro caught each other’s eye and had to walk away we were trying not to laugh so much.
I asked her what an earth she was thinking at the end and she was like ‘well I didn’t want to leave any bits in’ she herself found it very funny as well. I know my grandad would have too

I had lunch with my Dad at his golf club. There had been a party the night before and there was still a temporary dance floor in the middle of the members’ lounge. It had been brushed but there was a mystery greasy patch on it. A lady called Majorie, 60s, slacks, career at the council, son in the RAF, and a very “upright” woman, walked towards us and slipped, and somehow (and I’m still laughing as I type) managed to kick herself under the chin! OMG I don’t know how she did it but something had clearly come loose. I was helpless laughing as my dad tried to pick her up, lots of commotion, with me absolutely pissing myself laughing at the awful indignity!
My dad went mad with me and made me eat my lunch facing a window over the first tee, where no one could see me “until I could learn to behave”!

I was 25 at the time. Really no excuse!

Hiding smirks during my cousin's funeral when the vicar said more than once "we are here to celebrate the life of Brian".

A friend's wedding: she and her H are both Quakers, so it was a Quaker wedding. Quaker weddings involve long silent pauses for contemplation. I was about 5 months PG, another friend who was also there was about a fortnight off her due date, and for some reason both of us had rumbling tums. So there would be one of these silences, and one of us would have an enormous tummy rumble, and then a minute or so later, so would the other one. I almost swallowed my tongue trying not to laugh.

At work my boss came over to my team and everyone was asking if she'd had a great time, she was enthusing and chatting about it. Just then I dropped my pen right under my desk. I retrieved it and sat back up till smiling - except everyone was somber as she was now telling everyone her house had being broken into whilst away. I looked like I thought it was funny.

My Mum, sister and I were at the Menin Gate in Belgium to lay a wreath for our Great-great Uncle who died in WWI. There were hundreds of people watching as we slowly walked up the steps. My mum then went to put the wreath on the wrack and it helplessly fell off at our feet. We stared at it for a moment, did an awkward bow and turned round, feeling very embarrassed. Then I see my sister's shoulders start to bob and that sets us all off. Everyone's watching us as we walk back to our position and then spend 10 minutes trying to disguise our sobbing laughter. It was absolute agony.

DP's beloved nan died and wanted her ashes scattered in her garden. Everyone had a go and then it came to DSIL turn, she and nan had a VERY fractious relationship, DSIL was nightmare teenager by all accts, and drove nana mad. Anyway DSIL goes to scatter some ashes and a mighty gust of wind comes out of nowhere and plasters her ( wet from crying) face in nana, I mean she got a GOB full of ashes, they were stuck everywhere and she's spitting them out.Me and DP and the IL's absolutely cracked up, even in death the old girl was still giving DSIL a hard time...

DSis and I got the raging giggles at DGM's funeral. We were walking in behind the coffin and, on the nameplate on it, it turned out that she had a completely unbeknown to us (and VERY RANDOM) middle name. We just looked at each other with 'WTactualF?!' faces on and it went downhill from there.

A while ago I was assisting with in an extremely complex, emergency operation. It was so specialised that our whole surgical team had been flown at huge expense across the country in the middle of the night. So we were very tired and also in an unfamiliar environment. Just before the most crucial part of the operation it was decided that we would all have a 5 minute break to make sure we were all refreshed and able to concentrate. After a quick bite to eat the scrub nurse and I nipped to the toilet. I was washing my hands when I heard banging from the cubicles - the scrub nurse had managed to get locked in I'm afraid that I was totally useless, literally rolling around in hysterics. The poor nurse had to phone the hospital switchboard from the toilet and they sent someone to help her out. I laughed even harder when it turned out that she'd just been turning the lock the wrong way. She was totally unimpressed by my helpless mirth, as you can imagine.

Fortunately the rest of the surgery went smoothly!