it was my Dad's funeral...
a Catholic job as that is what he was (me and Mum are C of E) and the Church was packed to the rafters with his ex-RAF mates and his mates at new employers who were Police, his side of the family come from Wales and even the Methodist side of Mum's who wouldn't normally be seen dead in a Cafflic church....
We were all just about getting settled and sat down when my Great Auntie Hilda's hearing aid started feeding back and doing that funny whistling thing which was very loud in the quiet space (picked up perfectly by the mic above the Priest, too)

I burst out laughing. Real belly laughs. Could not stop. The Catholic side of the mob giving me the sort of looks usually reserved for the Ian Huntley's and Moira Hindley's of this world.

Thanks Dad. You made me laugh even on that day, you old git!
( Sallyrsm, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:17, Reply)