tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post8329896135408568801..comments2017-03-20T10:48:17.050-07:00Comments on Tripping While Standing Still: Do you laugh at funerals?Tripping While Standing Stillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05847334799295151805noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-69159589031496556412012-05-31T15:30:24.440-07:002012-05-31T15:30:24.440-07:00WOW!!! Loved loved loved this!! SO fucking relieve...WOW!!! Loved loved loved this!! SO fucking relieved I am not the only one !! I not only couldn't quit laughing at my dads funeral I alomost choked to death trying so hard not to laugh when the priest was giving last rites the morning right before he died! How fucking sick is that I ask you???!!! Now I loved and adored my pops. He was funny as shit. He loved his music and even loved making fun of people who had thick foreign accents (his grandparents did) and he laughed at thngs that if you didnt know the context you'da thought he was an asshole. The priest who gave last rites? He was filipino. His english was bad~~~real bad.. I was picturing my dad as he lay dying making fun of the priest for godssakes and that was it for me. All the family fourteen of us that lived close enough except me I had to fly 3000 mioles, held hands in a big circle around his bed while the filipino priest did last rites. I tried looking at the ground man I knoiw my shoulders were shakeing like I was having a grand mal seizure for godsakes. I just wanted it to end because I was going to die. Same thing at the funeral. I asked my shrink (yes been going for depression due to chronic pain for ten years now)she said laughing and crying are very close to each other and that a lot of people laugh rather than cry. You know something? My dad would have been glad I laughed both those times. Afterwards, I was with my adult kids, my mom and sis and bro and sis in law and I had them in stitches relating the last rites incidence and me trying to hold my laughing. Imagine my surprise when my sis and sis in law both said they too were trying hard not to laugh thnking the same thing I was about pops cracking up and making fun of this poor priest! The funeral they didnt laugh but they know I'm weird so weren't surprised by me laughing. They know I loved him. Sorry, hope you don't mind my going on. It felt nice. AnywayI just found your blog, been reading some FB but I dont get all of your posts in fb. You are so funny and I love your writing. Thanks for being you and making me not feel so alone.samehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09217846993351017520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-61342763924569293662012-05-31T09:38:31.235-07:002012-05-31T09:38:31.235-07:00LMAO!!! I do the same effing thing!! I've go...LMAO!!! I do the same effing thing!! I've got it figured out though...humor is my coping mechanism!! Without it, I'd go insane. Besides, nobody really wants everyone silently sobbing and boohooing at their funeral. At mine, I hope they tell the story about when I face planted in the middle of the bar...when I was already sitting on a bar stool.Giggleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391410932129456943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-48367305176213074722012-05-25T07:26:02.511-07:002012-05-25T07:26:02.511-07:00Thanks for joining the blog hop! I'm your newe...Thanks for joining the blog hop! I'm your newest followerFPLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00668195622355279755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-66132944971547076252012-05-25T04:35:13.267-07:002012-05-25T04:35:13.267-07:00Thanks everyone...I am happy I am not alone.Thanks everyone...I am happy I am not alone.Tripping While Standing Stillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05847334799295151805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-70672461164022884792012-05-24T11:07:58.574-07:002012-05-24T11:07:58.574-07:00PS - you are so funny that even your blog commente...PS - you are so funny that even your blog commenters are hilarious.Spirit of Hope and Kindness Awardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15650491316099355387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-86306147463203041472012-05-24T11:07:30.371-07:002012-05-24T11:07:30.371-07:00Jesus H.
I need to bring you along to the next b...Jesus H. <br />I need to bring you along to the next big fat greek funeral. They all but throw themselves into the casket with the deceased love one. We could use a little chuckle or two.<br />I pay my respects and get the eff out of Dodge. I can't keep a straight face when they go mental like that.<br />xo love you!Spirit of Hope and Kindness Awardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15650491316099355387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-46775000876785667652012-05-24T07:50:56.040-07:002012-05-24T07:50:56.040-07:00Holy shit balls!! I thought I was the only one who...Holy shit balls!! I thought I was the only one who ever did this! When I was 15 my bestfriend died in a car accident. When I went to his funeral with my other b.f.f. (yeah I'm 33 and still use that shit).. I started laughing! I was WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME??!! My grandmother told me it was nothing to be ashamed of .. it was nerves. I had been to other funerals and not laughed but I was so young then I can't be 100% on that. My Senior year of highschool my boyfriend of 2 years died. Again with the fucking laughter. I was seriously devastated by his death and even though his parents loved me I think they thought I was an asshole for laughing. The only time I didn't laugh was when my Grandmother, who raised me and who I actually called Mom died. I sobbed for weeks, began to drink heavily, and eventually got into a physical altercation with my biological mother at the grave site. After her boyfriend took he off my aunt (who was more like a sister to me) and I laid on the ground and laughed for hours. Point to my long ass story... laughter is what keeps us going, even if it makes us look like the asshole, it gets us through shit. Thanks for sharing and making me feel like less of an asshole. :)Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13389301769626265373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-88712616168355274402012-05-24T06:38:57.905-07:002012-05-24T06:38:57.905-07:00Oh girl. You were in line at my mother in laws fu...Oh girl. You were in line at my mother in laws funeral, weren't you? Haha. I'll tell you what I've learned, 1) never walk up to the casket, stand off to the side, stay there until you get the family's attention and mouth "So sorry. Love you" then leave. 2) if you HAVE to walk up to the casket, give hugs and say, "I'm so sorry....I truly have no words." Then leave....if you can. This has saved me on countless occasion. Although the air hug and kisses that I give while standing off to the side may seem a little awkward to some. (You crack me up, have I told you that already)What I Really Meant To Sayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11530452362520134780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719168974717173143.post-37970656541267461682012-05-24T06:22:25.410-07:002012-05-24T06:22:25.410-07:00I love you girl...and i have SOOO had those moment...I love you girl...and i have SOOO had those moments in funerals. When you can feel the smile creeping up...and you can feel the laugh building in your belly. That moment when all you can do is cover your mouth with your hand and hope no one hears you snort! When i get nervous or upset...sometimes...I just laugh. It can't be helped!Blissfully Discontentedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12328192637420062626noreply@blogger.com