My maternal grandfather passed away a little over three years ago. The funeral home arranged for a public viewing on a Thursday with the funeral to be on the Friday. As Atropos would have it, there was a horrible ice storm on that Wednesday night, and that town and its environs lost electricity, the roads were almost completely blocked in some cases, and huge numbers of trees suffered massive damage and lost limbs. Thursday's viewing wasn't possible.
On Friday, the second- or third-generation funeral director modified the schedule to allow people to come and visit before the actual funeral service. Not only is he a nice man, but his family has been friends of my family for years - possibly for generations. There was quite a turnout. My grandparents were well known and well respected in their community. I didn't grow up anywhere near that town, because my parents moved away when I was an infant, but quite a few people talked to me like they'd seen me every week for 35 years instead of every week for the first six months of my life, and then twice since then.
The minister of my grandparents' church arrived a few minutes late for the service, but honestly, what's the rush? Nobody's going anywhere, and we all knew that the roads still weren't clear. This minister had only been at that church for a few months, so he didn't really know Grandpa and Grandma all that well, but he wanted to do the best he could for his flock. My mom and her two siblings all moved away from this town, and the nine grandchildren and their families were scattered even further, so none of us had ever met the guy.
He stood at the podium, cleared his throat, and began to speak. "We are heah to wemember the life of David Woberts*. He was eighty-thwee years old..."
Eight grandchildren suddenly put their hands up over their faces and started to "cry." The eldest grandchild has just that little extra sense of decorum that kept her from shaking with laughter.
Later, we all cheered ourselves up from our loss by saying, "Twue Wove" or "Mawwiage" to each other. I don't plan to die, but if I do, I hope I have some kind of ridiculous occurrence at my funeral that just makes people bust out laughing.
*Not his real name, but his real surname did start with "R."
Life's a piece of sh!+--from "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life", by Monty Python
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.