I've been to a very large number of funerals. At every single one, it's never failed that I'll think of the world's funniest joke or something incredibly retarded that will cause me to have to tuck my chin into my chest and try not to draw attention to my laughter.
Your friend or family member is laying there in a closed box, and you start laughing. WTF?
When I was growing up, I was forced to go to church every Sunday, and this too was a time of great laughter and tucking of chins.
Anyone else have this response to uncomfortable situations?
The church had a revival one year, and was having all of these guest speakers give testimonials. One women gave her first hand account of dying on the operating room table. She said she was dead for 28 minutes. She filled all of the believer's hearts with great tales of walking around in heaven with the lord. I was 12, and even then my first and strongest instinct was "Bullshit!" My brother and I were having a good laugh drawing lions laying with lambs in heaven.
On que Extreme Laughter and Girlish Giggles hit me just before I'm about to walk into a meeting. Clients and my Boss always think I'm super drugged at first, I just explain whip its are legal and help calm my nerves.