Just remembered another one
My mum was great friends with her dad's cousin, who she had stayed with in Canada when she was 17. Now I'd only met this relative twice, and as she was very old (had her 100th birthday in March)the only words she ever spoke to me were "I don't know who you are, but you can get out of my house", so naturally I hadn't got much compassion when she passed away a few months later.
I still had to go to the funeral though, which meant us leaving at 7am to drive the 3hours it took to the crematorium. Fortunately, I had been out for a few jars the night before and when I woke up at god-knows o'clock I was still pissed. Half dressed meself and got in the car. The parents didn't know I was still drunk until we stopped at a services on the way there to get some breakfast. Whilst deciding whether to eat or not, my sister asked if there would be food when they got there. Still half-cut I replied loudly with "Yeah, there's going to be a barbeque!"
Mum was not happy. Dad was pissing himself laughing. I was not talked to by the mother all day. Suited me fine.

And I over indulged on the "wine" they were serving at the wake, and felt it neccessary to point out that the cheapskate bastards were serving us Lambrini.
(A Good Egg, Fri 12 May 2006, 14:30, Reply)