I don't get funerals. Or, I don't seem to experience them in the same way as other people. Funerals convince me I really am some kind of sociopath because I find them the funniest fucking thing ever. I think it's genetic. My mum's family can never keep a straight face until the point where they drop dead following the coffin up the church (don't ask).

I always laugh at the worst time. Admittedly I always do everything at the worst time but laughing's a bitch. I can't catch anyone's eye in case I do it. I just keep my head down so if my shoulders start shaking people just assume I'm crying. And if I want to look like I'm crying I just yawn with my eyes open & that makes my eyes water.

If I'm bad my mum is ten times worse. I had to keep kicking her shins to stop her laughing. Between the litany of 'bloody protestants >:( they're doing it wrong' & trying to see where the coffin went when the curtains closed (I had to tell her 'stop that! You won't see any burning!') I have myself almost killed from not laughing.

The alcohol helped a lot :)