Not something said but at my Granddaddy's funeral my older brother, one of my cousins and I were sitting on the 2nd row. First the minister starts talking about his 3 grandchildren? Say what, there are 6 kids in my family, my aunt (one of the cousins sitting with us) had two kids and my uncle had one kid. Someone's math needed help. Well, this got my cousin snickering because obviously my entire family was left out. I might add my Mama was my granddaddy's favorite and everyone knew it. My brother and I had driven up from about 3 hours away and didn't get breakfast since the funeral was fairly early. My stomach decided to growl, very loudly. This got my cousin snickering again, which got my brother snickering, which got me going. We were all three trying really hard to hold it in but we could be heard by those in the front row and my aunt was so offended she turned around and gave us the loud shush which got heads to turning. So we tried to hold it in. Fast forward to the graveside, it was a cold and rainy day and Grandaddy's plot was up a hill with his family. Another 2nd cousin, my uncle and the good first cousin (not the one sitting with us) and another cousin I don't even know him were carrying the casket. You know they slipped and dropped it. Well, that was all she wrote. My cousin, brother and I just couldn't hold it in any longer. We laughed loud and hard. Granddaddy would have appreciated it because that man loved to laugh and joke. Granny and my aunt were not amused. My cousin (a grown man) got in trouble, our Mama wasn't there because she was living out of the country but I know she would have laughed too.