During my grand daddy's funeral. It actually happened twice during the funeral. My brother, cousin and I were sitting together. The minister obviously didn't know my Grand daddy and he was saying all sorts of wrong things about him, one being about his 3 loving grandkids, there are 6 kids in my family alone, then 2 more in my aunt's and 1 more in my uncles. I'm guessing he didn't even know the 6 of us existed, which was odd since we were always around. It was a cold rainy day in November and my brother and I had driven up from our house about a 3 hour drive and I was hungry. My stomach started growling and my brother and cousin could hear it. With what the minister was saying, my estranged aunt (DIL to my grand daddy) screaming and crying in the back of the room and my stomach, we couldn't help it. I think my brother started chuckling first, then my cousin then me. Despite dirty looks from my aunt (cousin's mom) we couldn't stop. Then the three of us rode together to the cemetery, laughing the whole way. When we got there, some burly second cousins and my uncle were carrying the casket to the grave, uphill in the rain. It is an old cemetery, loads of 1700 graves that have been known to sink in and are unmarked. Yup, one stepped on one, it sunk, he went down and the casket went sliding down. They managed to catch it but my grand daddy had the best sense of humor of anyone around and we just knew he would have found that funny so off we went again. My aunt didn't speak to my brother and I for about 6 months, she forgave her son sooner. Everyone left the cemetery and either went to Granny's house or to a restaurant to eat. The three of us took off to Krystal because that was grand daddy's favorite place to eat and obviously, I needed to eat. Best funeral ever.