Have you ever had a fit of the giggles when at a funeral?

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I was talking with a friend about this today .... a few years ago someone I knew lost their husband. We had been to the church and had returned to her house for the wake. I went into the kitchen to make some coffee and picked up a jar out of the cupboard. After boiling the kettle I put a heaped spoonful of coffee into two mugs and added boiling water and milk. We both took a big slurp and nearly spat it out ... what the f*ck is this? I had accidentally picked out a coffee jar that had paprika in it instead of instant coffee (why?). We then collapsed laughing about it when in walks the mum of the dearly departed husband. She looked at us in horror ..... we couldn't explain why we laughing uncontrollably and she just walked out in a huff. Just thinking about it now makes me laugh now.

The priest at DH’s Grandfathers funeral had us all crying laughing. He had a very nice normal accent and tone in his voice, except when saying Jesus Christ. His voice went really high pitched and it came out like geezooooos Christ (but Christ was like crisp with a t instead of how good day it normally)

Everyone was buckled. Then as he enthusiastically sprinkled holy water on the coffin he caught his sleeve on one of the handles and the coffin wobbled. One of DH’s cousins was buried in her husband’s jacket and a couple of elderly relatives thought she was so upset, but she was just gone laughing.

Yes! My grandfather's! It was a horrible day and so sad but oh my god the organ player was the DOUBLE of Jim Bowen and that just tickled me something rotten. Was waiting on him playing the Bullseye theme during the eulogy.

At my grandad's interring of the ashes a cat appeared and kept peering down the hole. The vicar was ignoring it and my Nan just said "he bloody hated cats!" All of us were stood there shoulders shaking, tears dripping off our noses from laughing while the vicar looked po faced at our disrespect.

Yes, my Nans funeral. A bad toupee on one one the church wardens set me off. I couldn't look at my sister.

Always, starting with my gran's when I was young. The way they turned around by twiddling their legs while carrying the coffin sent me into hysterics.

We always deliberately write our funerals so that people laugh, but we still get done people say looking horrified- they're always people that don't actually know our family well though.

Oh this thread!

Here's my one- it's was my uncle's funeral ( auntie's DH ) and my late dgm was recently diagnosed with dementia. She also didn't like him.
We were in the hearse going from the church to the crem and my nan said, completely out of nowhere " I never did like that bugger anyway " and the whole car went from shocked silence to hysterics, even the driver struggled to keep a straight face.

Then she told the driver to put his foot down, she could walk quicker than this and was going to be late for the bingo

When we got out at the crem she said to him " thanks love, how much do I owe you? " she was a character.

I have an uncontrollable urge to laugh in the most inappropriate of circumstances. I cry easily, too. Most funerals I've been at I've felt the urge, but managed to control it, however when we went to DH SGMs funeral I lost it completely.

The minister was very short and peered over the top of the pulpit with a pair of half moon glasses. He also looked like Russell Grant. That was enough to set me off, but he had a lisp. In normal circumstances that wouldn't even have registered with me, but every time he referred to the deceased as 'Muffer', and mentioned 'our Faffer in heaven' I couldn't contain myself. I could feel DHs shoulders shaking beside me, too, but couldn't look at him or that would have finished me off. The minute we were all out of the crem, the whole family howled with laughter! We all felt a bit guilty at laughing at the minister, but it did ease the tension!

At my nans funeral during the eulogy the image of my Nan threatening her two adult sons with death and/or dismemberment should they fail to return from the pub on time for dinner popped into my head. Had to fight down the giggles when I remembered her waving a wooden spoon in their faces while they sheepishly shuffled their feet while she yelled because they were in fact late for dinner. (Every year, it became a Christmas tradition, the men are always late back from the pub)

Bumping this for all of us stuck in on a grey rainy day

My grandads funeral. The officiant couldn't close the curtains, they kept closing and stopping, closing and stopping. The officiant has utter panic in their eyes. Took a good few attempts to sort it.

It nearly ended me on such a sad day. My cousins were shooting daggers at me through their wailing and sobbing.

My grandad would have been cracking up along side me.