funeral crashing
the example of the funeral jogged my memory.

last summer at my uncle John's funeral his neice, Rebekah, got up to read a poem she had written for him. Rebekah is from my uncles side of the family (he married my blood relative aunt). I had met her briefly before at a wedding a few years back and remembered her instantly due to her stunning looks. Think one of the twins from sweet valley high (the non-evil one), anyways there she is breaking her heart, sobbbing, reading out what was a well written message from the heart when my brother, Lewis, 5 years my junior (Im 27), nudges me slyly and leans slightly into my ear and hisses the words "maa, meatloaf!"

we were standing 1 row from the front which contained my now widowed aunt and her sisters+our father. Thankfully he had emitted it lowly enough so that it sneaked under the sobs and rustlings of tissues. It was only after in the pub after copious booze that I started to laugh.

In retrospect my uncle John probably woulda found it funny.

Lewis and I have a continual war to shock each other, and that day Lewis won forever.
(Raol Duke, Mon 15 Dec 2008, 20:54, Reply)