WIBU to be in tears trying not to laugh?

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The last little while has been rough. My mother passed away, DS's grandfather passed, too. We have been informed that our DD requires brain surgery, I am starting a new job... so lots of stress and ups/downs.

Fortunately, we are all coping reasonably well.

DS's Grandpa's funeral was yesterday. The family all contributed to it, the DCs did readings, grandchildren laid flowers, etc. DS's aunt had put together a CD of music he liked for the ceremony, and her husband was playing songs where appropriate.

That is where it all went wrong.

During the procession out to the hearse, Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah was supposed to play, but somehow a song got skipped, so the song that came on was "Highway to the Danger Zone".

Admittedly, as the deceased was a pilot and loved that song it was intended to be on the CD, but only for background music at the reception. I almost lost my mind trying not to laugh out loud. DS was in fits of giggles.

So - any "well timed" blunders you would like to share?

Oh my god I am desperately trying not to laugh in a quiet office

The backstreet boys one is cracking me up!!

No BU at all.

At DH's uncle's funeral the metal shutter over the door slammed down - no idea if it was the wind or something spooky that done it, but everyone jumped out of their skin. DH's Grandfather said "Jesus Christ, Mary and Joseph!" as he always did when he got a fright really, really loud, got a look from the priest and my MIL couldn't look at each other for the rest of the service without starting the laughter off again. MIL was huddled over for the entire service looking like she was crying her eyes out when she just could not stop laughing.

We had my mum at home for 3 days before the funeral. On the day, we were waiting for the undertakers and people were coming to show their last respects ... Mum Loved 60's tunes. We had one of her CD's on ... Duffle out came "where's your mama gone?" My DH panicked and I got the giggles ... because he was fumbling so much.
My mums favourite saying was also ... "Have sex and travel.... " meaning fuck off ... The vicar said " DM used to love telling annoying people about her personal life and travels!" We were all in stitches but the rest of the congregation had no idea. Our vicar is a family friend .... She'd told him to have sex and travel many times!

At my great aunt's funeral about 15 years ago, the wake was held at quite a posh hotel and there was a huge buffet with all kinds of lovely things on it.
My Nanna got a plate for my (now late) great gran. She looked at it and said "Oh that's far too much food for me, would anyone like anything off my plate?"
Cue about three or four of my cousins swooping at her plate, leaving her with literally one cocktail sausage. She looked gutted.
At my uncles wake six years ago, a lot of people got pissed (he died really quite young and very suddenly, emotions were running very high). A woman- to this day I don't know who she was- staggered up to my Nanna (the deceased's mother!) and said at the top of her voice "OH GET A BLOODY LIFE" because Nan wasn't drinking. Everyone just sort of went silent at looked on in shock, till Nan hoiked up her cardio and shouted in her best telephone voice "I HAVE A LIFE YOU UTTER LUSH!" And everyone started openly laughing at them.

My DSis and I got the giggles at our gran's funeral when we both noticed the smoke detector on the ceiling in the crematorium (a black sense of humour is a family trait, as you could probably guess)

My MiL hated Very Lynn. Every time she came on the Radio she would rant on and on. It was quite a family joke. Every Christmas, we would all find ways of bringing her name into the conversation, just to set her off. She was like those toys where you pull the string and the words came out.

Without telling the rest of the family we decided to send her out to "We'll meet again". My eldest Grandson, said, "you'll get a right earful if you do" Hence the whole front pew collapsed into fits of giggles.

I've been at a funeral where some utterly mortified parents were trying very hard to ignore the persistent questioning coming from their preschooler, leading to a very loud wailing "BUT WHAT IS IN THE BOX?????"

I used to work at a suite of function rooms, which were often booked for wakes.

This one family visited the day before the funeral to finalise their catering order, and to check that the speakers on their iPod docking station weren't too loud/powerful for the size of the room. I showed them where to plug it in, they set up the playlist and I nearly burst something trying not to laugh. The first song? Another One Bites The Dust.

When I was little (maybe 2 or thereabouts) I attended a distant relative's funeral with my parents. My parents had ummed and ahhed about taking me at all, but I think a lack of childcare and the fact I was usually well behaved (yes, even as a toddler) meant that they took me with them. All was going well until the vicar walks down the aisle in his long, flowing dark robes and I shout out "Batman!"

After my Grannie was cremated, my mum went to collect her ashes from the undertakers.

She was perfectly happy to carry the urn to the car, but the undertaker said it might upset people if it wasn't covered, so he gave her a carrier bag.

When she got home she took the urn out of the bag and saw the slogan: 'Iceland: Best for BBQs'. It was a moment of hilarity in a very difficult time.

I feel almost disappointed at how smoothly my Df's funeral went. Actual teas were shed at Backstreet Boys

I was the cause of a bit of a giggle at my maternal grandad's funeral. I always misheard his name growing up I heard "Cherry" not "Gerry" so, iI always pictured him with a cherry growing out the top of his head.

The day before the funeral I crocheted a quick Cherry to put on top of the coffin.

It ended up looking like a green tailed sperm.

After the funeral, my aunt told me that she'd been trying so hard not to laugh when we went to place it on the coffin. I saw the funny side.

Many years ago my dad and auntie went to scatter the ashes of their uncle on the South Coast as per his final wishes. Sadly he had no other living relatives but they wanted to do their best to give him a good send off. As the story goes, they stood near a cliff edge and solemnly said a few words before scattering the ashes on the grass. All would have been well except randomly a man appeared who was taking his llamas for a walk (?!) and one of them proceeded to start eating the grass where poor great uncle had been scattered

At a very religious, serious church wedding last year. There was some kind of car festival on in the town which the bride and groom hadn't known about until the day, and just as they were saying their vows, Meatloaf's Bat out of hell came blaring out of some speakers down the road. 'T'was hilarious!

At a very posh great uncles funeral. My sister and I had been running late and grabbed our coats from the car due to rain and ran to catch the service. The only seats were near my mum so we slipped in the bench in front of her and caught our breath just in time for the salvation army choir to begin singing. Suddenly my sister looks down and nudges me and makes eyes for me too look at her front. Quick as you like we start giggling and trying to disguise it. Both just realised the coat she pulled on had been worn to a crazy Night out the previous week where we had a food fight outside the kebab shop. Hence the bits of crispy veg now stuck to it. Mum was so worried as she thought we were really up set with her view of our heads bowed down and shaking shoulders. My sister in between sobs of laughter tried to peel the coat clean. Should add this was 20 years ago when we drank ourselves silly.

Years ago my, then, DP and I went to his aunt's funeral. The combination of heavy rain and bad traffic meant that we arrived late - in fact too late for the service. It was a burial, so we joined the family around the grave. Everyone was huddled under brollies and when I finally looked around I realised I didn't recognise a single person there. I whispered to DP "where's your mum and dad, where's and ?" He then looked around and said "oh shit, this isn't

At my nans funeral, my uncle was given the eulogy when a watch alarm started beeping.....from the coffin. As cool as anything my uncle looked at the coffin and said 'shut up mum, always interrupting, it's my turn to speak now'.

At my dear FIL's funeral, my husband and BIL couldn't help snickering when the guy doing the reading kept saying 'the life of Brian', my FIL name and one of their favourite monty Python films.

when my mil passed the vicar came to our house to make arrangements. he was a big guy, he sat himself down and all we heard was rrriiiippppppp. He had split his pants. It cheered us all up at such a sad time.

We buried out stillborn son a week later and had the same vicar and it still tickled me a little bit weirdly

I remember after my stepmum's funeral I was checking the food in the hall and found DS2 (about 2 and a half) merrily biting the icing off the top of some fairy cakes and then putting them back on the plate. It was the first laugh I'd had all day.