Funerals don't always have to mean sadness. Sometimes you can't help but laugh at the severity of the situation. But what are the repercussions to that? These Redditors have the answer.
u/RedditPanic asked: People who have laughed at funerals, what happened?
My brother's best friend, Eric, died of a drug overdose. At the funeral it was clear the priest the family got knew nothing about him. He gave a canned, generic eulogy about how Eric would not want us to weep for he was in a better place, yaddy yaddy yadda.
As my family and I were leaving the cemetery I couldn't hold it in any longer and said "If it were in his power, Eric would have sat up, turned to that priest, and said 'What the f**k is this s**t?!?'" Everyone laughed and said they were thinking the same thing.
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My grandpa was a pretty stoic guy, not a big one for jokes, so it totally shocked my family when his funeral playlist came on (which he chose and gave to the funeral place as his death was anticipated).
The first song was the song he and my grandma danced to at their wedding, so we're all crying. The next song was 'Another One Bites the Dust'. It was brilliant and broke a lot of tension.
Laughter is the best medicine.
My brother's funeral consisted mostly of a lot of people taking turns going up to the mic and telling funny stories about him. His death (age 29) was already the worst thing that could have ever happened and we couldn't stand the thought of sitting through a sad, somber funeral that only accentuated how our lives had fallen apart.
He had a way of bringing people together and making people laugh, so it seemed fitting.
In loving memory.
At my grandfather's funeral, my aunt was singing very, very loudly, almost screaming. Her daughter my cousin, asked her what the hell she was doing. She replied that she was honouring her father. At that moment, the door of the church slammed close, so my cousin said 'grandpa left, your singing scared him off.'
Our whole family just burst out laughing because that was my grandpa's sense of humor and absolutely something he would have loved.
It's been 14 years and I still miss him every day.
At a graveside service for a relative of my wife, a man is standing there with a large wooden box. At a certain point in the service, he goes into a long speech about how meaningful doves are for bringing comfort and symbolizing peace, and when he releases the doves they will fly up and circle around us 3 times before leaving, and this represents yada yada.
He opens the box, about 15 white doves fly out, and then a hawk hidden in a nearby tree dive-bombs and takes one of them with a squeal. The rest of the doves scatter and fly off in every direction. My wife and I looked at each other in shock at first, then had to look down quickly before we both burst out laughing. So much for everlasting peace.
Those pictures must be hilarious.
Our mother died as a result of a long-time disease and my sister is a priest so she has done all the funerals and baptizes so naturally she did the funeral too. It was February and snowy so as soon as we landed the coffin and people started taking pictures of the rest of our family. We are standing and watching the grave and JUST at that time my sister, the priest, whispered "snow fight, anyone?" and we cracked up laughing hysterically.
We got a bunch of photos of us watching our mother's grave and laughing.
The cemetery my grandmother was buried in is just up the street from her house, so the funeral director and my mom thought it would be a nice/meaningful touch for the hearse to slow down as it passed her home during the funeral procession.
So I'm driving behind the hearse, and we pull up to my grandmother's house. The hearse comes to a stop. The whole funeral procession of like 30 cars stops. And in my grandmother's driveway is a dude in a station wagon, tying down a huge pile of bamboo - which he had just chopped down from my grandmother's property - to the roof of his station wagon. Y'all, he had bamboo stacked like 7 feet high on his roof, and it was tall so it was hanging down over his windshield and off the back of the wagon.
He stopped, looked at the hearse and funeral procession still stopped in front of the house, then jumped into his wagon and made to back out of the driveway.
We finally started moving again, and when we all got out of our cars at the cemetery we were dying laughing.
Evidently he was a total stranger who had been driving by a month or so before my grandmother passed and he stopped in to ask if he could cut down and take some of our bamboo. My mom had been there and said he was welcome to take as much as he wanted, at the cemetery she was like, "Of ALL THE DAYS he could have come for that g*****n bamboo!"
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In Ireland at a catholic funeral everybody lines up at the end of the funeral mass and goes to the front of the church one by one to shake the family's hands and give our condolences in person. As we were queueing at a mate's dad's funeral a woman in front of me turned and asked what happened to the dad. She said "I know he was sick earlier this year but I wonder did he get better" and I just cracked up. I have to step out of the queue and hide my face so hopefully people thought I was crying.
I'm pretty confident that - given his palor and the fact that he'd been sealed in a coffin - he was dead.
The best afterparty.
A good friend who stipulated in his will that his friends stood up and told the funniest stories involving him. At many points, the whole audience was laughing. As far as funerals go, it was the best one I ever attended.
He asked his wife to put aside a portion of his life insurance if he died for the best afterparty in his honour. We all met at a club that was privately booked for the night with local bands and free alcohol all night.
The worst card game.
My great uncle was a big card player... usually for fun or small stakes. When we went to his funeral, my dad brought a deck of cards and intended to leave it at the headstone.
He went up to pay his final respects (open casket) and came back with wide eyes. My mom asked if he was okay. The deck of cards just sort of slipped out of his hands and ultimately wound up being buried with Uncle Eugene.
Well, this is a (slightly expanded) repost, but: My great-aunt Min's funeral, roughly thirty years ago in Northern New Jersey. (Go ahead and do the accents in your head. You won't be exaggerating.)
First, we're walking in with my grandmother, who was in early-stage dementia and keeps asking where we are. We keep telling her. She keeps asking. Finally, in frustration, my mother raises her voice and says, "YOUR SISTER. MIN. IS HAVING A FUNERAL." So my grandmother says, in this really affronted voice, "Well, what is she doing that for?" Which had pretty much been her go-to response to being told about anything her sister Min might have gotten up to for the past 90 years or so. That's when I started laughing, but things took an unexpected turn for the hilarious a bit later.
So we're seated and nothing happens for twenty minutes until finally the rabbi - approximately 150 years old - comes shuffling in. He makes his way up to the lectern and says, "I'm sorry I'm late; I was in a car accident. This other driver cuts me off ..." And this lady behind me says, absolutely deadpan, "So what are we, the insurance adjusters?" I start shaking with laughter which kicked on some kind of auto-Mom mode in my poor grandmother, who strokes my arm saying, "There, there, dear." So now I'm shaking with laughter and tears. I have no idea what happened for the rest of the service.
100% true story.
BONUS EPILOGUE: Aunt Min was a truly terrible human being and literally no one was saddened by her death at age 93. At the end of the service, the 97-year old widower stood up and said, "Ok. Now I can finally have a life." Which he proceeded to do, for another ten years.
My sister's funeral at the church. My older brother was up there trying to give a heartfelt speech but he couldn't stop crying. He just says "god d***it" into the microphone and we all gasped and then started to laugh. The priest did not look happy.
This one's sweet.
It was my Grandma's funeral. She loved telling jokes. The family turned it into fun stories of her jokes. Dad and his 2 brothers stood up in all seriousness and sang a song to the tune of The Old Rugged Cross that starts
On a hill far away stood an old Chevrolet
It's axes bent down to the ground
Then Dad stood at the front podium, pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and somberly read, "One gallon of milk. Two dozen eggs. 1 pound ground beef." Sniffling a bit in between items. Stops and says, "Oh dear. I'm so sorry. Wrong pocket." Tucks it back into his pockets and gets the real Eulogy out.
Afterwards we all passed out peanut butter crackers that Grandma ate every night before going to sleep.
It was the best funeral I've ever been to and really felt like it honored her spirit.
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God I still feel like an asshole about this but..
A few years back one of my good friend's mom died. He wasn't too affected by it due to his mom being a drug addict and just wasn't a good mother to him.
So when the day of the funeral comes, our small group of friends went to the funeral with him to support his family and just be there for him.
So the ceremony starts and all of us are just kinda listening to the pastor speak and talk about how my friends mom was a good person and such.
They then play the song "The Rose" by Bette Midler.
Now my friends and have seen Napoleon Dynamite, multiple times.
So as the song goes, I whisper to my friends and then start making a bird on my hand and start flapping the wings and we all just start busting out laughing. The whole room had started looking at us and we immediately shut up right then and there.
The rest of the service felt very awkward after that.
In Australia, there was a bedding/mattress company called Sleepy Sams, who had one of those funny-annoying ads where a guy in a silly voice sang "Wake up it's time to save on a better bed from Sleepy Sams!!"
Our entire school attended the funeral of one of our students who'd died trying to rescue someone from drowning. It was a very serious and sombre affair, with the priest talking about how this kind of tragedy is God's test of our faith and stuff like that....
"It's like God is saying to us all....WAKE UP!!"
Next to me someone starting singing under his breath "Wake up it's time to save on a better bed.....".
I let out an enormous snorty snigger, which I somehow managed to get away with by disguising it as a heavy cough.