Funny Story:
We went to the funeral service of my uncle today. Some of the grievant choose to hold a lit candle during the service. At one point I chose to sit rather than kneel and the lady behind me set my hair on fire. First I was like 'what's that smell?' Then I felt the heat travel up my head, a hand patting my hair and, 'Oh My, Oh My'. Realizing I was on fire, I reached back to squeeze out the flames. That will teach me to not kneel. For the rest of the service I would have fits of laughter. The lady kept apologizing. Really, it was my fault for not kneeling. Oh well, my Uncle Basil would've appreciated the it.