Whistler P. McManus 185,953 44
09/07/2004 01:33 AM

All the pews in this church have a kneeler attached behind them where the people in the row behind can kneel down. The front row, however, has a little railing-like wall in front of it with its kneeler attached. So it's getting near the end of the service, and everyone is kneeling down, Nola with her folded hands hanging a little over the rail/wall in front of her. Suddenly, she drops a wad of tissues, which fall to the floor.



She reaches down to pick them up, but her stubby little arms can't reach the floor from over the rail. The rail is in her armpit and her hand is just a little more than halfway down the other side. So she stretches up to her full kneeling height, throws her massive rack over the top of the rail and leans her shoulders over it to reach down again. Still, her hand comes up about six inches short of the floor.



Now I had been watching this little display with some degree of amusement, but also with some concern (because I'M NOT TOTALLY HEARTLESS!), but when Nola came up from her second attempt, she was giggling silently. She had a big smile on her face, and her shoulders were heaving up and down. Her mouth was clamped shut to prevent any sound from escaping, and her face was beet red. She looked over my way, saw on my face a stunned look of mixed horror and mirth, and lost it. She was able to make the ensuing outburst sound like a cry followed by a gasp, and no one but me was the wiser. Sadly, I wasn't as lucky. I didn't laugh out loud, but I found out very shortly that I might as well have. It was obvious to anyone who was watching that I was struggling not with tears, but with laughter. My hand was covering my mouth and part of my face, which was also bright red.

Whistler P. McManus 185,953 44
09/07/2004 01:34 AM

As soon as the service was over, EJ came stalking over to me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded. There was no explaining and no finger pointing. First of all, she wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. Secondly, what was I going to do - blame the widow? Make her look like the insensitive idiot I looked like for laughing at her husband's funeral?



Oh well. Once again, I BLAME YOU PEOPLE for making me into a social outcast.

Fluro 14,139 11
09/07/2004 02:10 AM

I hope you got ass after that. Chicks dig insensitive guys.

daisypie 49,378 9
09/07/2004 02:16 AM

I laughed when when Adam Carolla was death, but I laughed more at Norm MacDonald.



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The Happy Napkin 30,762 12
09/07/2004 02:29 AM

"You have to kill the kids from Dawson's Creek!"

Whistler P. McManus 185,953 44
09/07/2004 08:18 AM

I hope you got ass after that. Chicks dig insensitive guys.



This raises my next question: how long after the funeral should I wait before I bring up the suggestion of a three-way to comfort the widow?

Lorenzo Duke 3,183 11
09/07/2004 08:31 AM

This raises my next question: how long after the funeral should I wait before I bring up the suggestion of a three-way to comfort the widow?



That depends. Do you want the deceased to be involved?

Declan McManus, Irritated Bear 131,874 36
09/07/2004 10:43 PM

And there were those who thought we weren't related.

Chili disappears into the ethereal mists 8,880 12
09/07/2004 10:45 PM

It's kind of interesting that you laugh at death. Personally, I like to laugh at the dying.

Fluro 14,139 11
09/07/2004 10:49 PM

The reason I laugh at the dead is because they tickly my balls when I ... Post exceeds your moral tolerance

Fluro 14,139 11
09/07/2004 10:52 PM

'This raises my next question: how long after the funeral should I wait before I bring up the suggestion of a three-way to comfort the widow?"



Right away, while she's still in shock. She's more likely to say yes. Even better approach her while she's drowning her sorrows in the sweet goodness that is alcohol.