I
have often found humor in the most unlikely of places: funerals. I have been to
an unusual amount of funeral for someone of my youthful age and I have somehow
broken out into uncontrollable laughter at every one of them. The most recent
on was my uncle’s earlier this year in February. I was sitting in the pew
during the service with my brother Walter on my left, my Mother next to him,
and my friend Daniel on the other side of my mother. The funeral was going fine
(well, as fine as a funeral can be) until we got to the end. Up until that
point my brother and I hadn’t so much as chuckled. Then, this old man got to
speak, and he informed us that he was from the Free Masons. We were unprepared.
He started this long half-memorized burial speech about out life, roses, tombs,
the changing seasons, etc. The whole thing lasted several minutes and the whole
time he had this southern Louisianan accent that was just a funny out of place
scene. However, the funniest part was that he forgot his lines about halfway
through and kept reciting the same part over and over until he pulled out a
piece of paper, glanced at it for a few seconds, and them kept on going. While
this happening, the whole room is silent and respectful, but my brother is laughing
so hard and trying to suppress it to no avail. He started shaking the pew, and
his laughter was making me laugh and soon my mother was also giggling. It was
very inappropriate, and I tried to quit by keeping my head down, biting my arm,
and singing a song in my head. When the funeral ended, we left as quick as
possible to avoid talking to the Masons. It was one of the funniest things in
my life.
The time has come for my final story involving uncontrollable laughter. My brother, my friend Caleb, my other friend Madeline, and I were playing a board game called Fortune Seeker one night my senior year of high school. It was late at night (I want to say about two in the morning) and everything was already funnier than it would normally be during the day. I’m not sure why, but if something is funny, then it is ten times funnier when you’re extremely tired. Anyways, there is one mechanic of the board game called hostile takeover. This means that the player who gets this can take whatever they want from another player for a small price. This happened a lot to Madeline that night. Walter, Caleb, and I just kept taking all of her stuff. Needless to say, she was not that happy by the end of the game. When the game had finished (I believe Walter ended up winning that night), Madeline went on quite a long rant about how we stole all of her stuff and destroyed all hope she had of winning....
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