This seems to happen to me all the time at funerals or in church.
Yesterday, during my great uncle's funeral mass, there was a point when the whole church was silent. My 5-year old nephew was sitting in the pew in front of me. He bent over to pick up something and accidentally "passed gas" very loudly. He stood up quickly and said "Whoa! Was that me?". I just about lost it. I tried so hard not to laugh, and the more I knew I had to get myself under control, the worse it got. I could see other people's shoulders shaking, and I was really struggling not to make any noise. I almost had to leave the church. The sad part was that it wasn't even really THAT funny.
This wasn't the first time it's happened to me at a funeral either. A few years ago I was sitting next to my sister during a funeral, and she went to kneel during part of the mass. She forgot to put the kneeler down first, so her knees hit the marble floor and made a loud coconut sound. The two of us were like hynenas trying to laugh silently. The worst part is that some older lady thought we were crying and started patting us on the shoulder saying, "It's ok, cry if you need to". By this time we were dying.
I still crack up when I think of it.
I lost it once during a job interview too, but that's another story...
Yesterday, during my great uncle's funeral mass, there was a point when the whole church was silent. My 5-year old nephew was sitting in the pew in front of me. He bent over to pick up something and accidentally "passed gas" very loudly. He stood up quickly and said "Whoa! Was that me?". I just about lost it. I tried so hard not to laugh, and the more I knew I had to get myself under control, the worse it got. I could see other people's shoulders shaking, and I was really struggling not to make any noise. I almost had to leave the church. The sad part was that it wasn't even really THAT funny.
This wasn't the first time it's happened to me at a funeral either. A few years ago I was sitting next to my sister during a funeral, and she went to kneel during part of the mass. She forgot to put the kneeler down first, so her knees hit the marble floor and made a loud coconut sound. The two of us were like hynenas trying to laugh silently. The worst part is that some older lady thought we were crying and started patting us on the shoulder saying, "It's ok, cry if you need to". By this time we were dying.
I still crack up when I think of it.
I lost it once during a job interview too, but that's another story...

For me, sometimes it's a release of nervous energy, other times, I just find something so funny I can't get under control. During school, I've had to leave class twice now.
My best friend, who is the Godmother, takes one look at me and starts laughing as well. Then my brother Jack, the Godfather, starts laughing so hard, and we are all three gasping for air right there in front of the entire congregation. DH was FUMING! It was Lucy/Ethel/Ricky/Fred moment, for sure. The people in the parish did not seem amused, least of all my Grandmother.