Remember Mary Tyler Moore at the funeral of Chuckles the Clown?

As everyone sat in the church quietly mourning the loss of Chuckles, Mary got silly tickled beyond control. The harder she tried to get herself together, the harder it was to control her embarrassing behavior.

I do this kind of thing all the time! Oh, no ...I cry at funerals but sometimes I laugh inappropriately in the WRONG places and have the HARDEST time controlling myself.

Do you ever have your rambling thoughts get you in trouble by laughing in all the wrong places and do you find it impossible to get yourself under control?

Only the most serious supporters please :D


~gourmet~

I often laugh at stupid times like when I broke my little toe and when someone cut them selves with a knife, and oh heck I don't know it is just........ One time when a teacher was getting me i trouble her head was bobbing up and down every time she was yelling and I ended up smiling the giggling at head then I had to turn around and laugh mind you I got litter duty all lunch.

That happens to me all the time. People trying to be really serious or even better mad make me laugh. Its terrible!! I just can't be serious. That might be more personality than ADD, though, but I do at the wrong times have funny things pop into my head and end up laughing at the very worst times.

The wiff hates it. We'll be having a "discussion" and I'll laugh at her. Yeah, not really the best thing to do when you sig other is already ****ed at you

I was watching a play one time and suddenly I said to myself.....self I says "that woman up there looks like a chicken"

:D

That is all it took to give me the worst headache EVER trying to control myself during a very snobbish and appropriately well behaved group. :faint:

We had just lost a resident one night and the family was in the hallway waiting to say good bye. When I came out (very upset myself) I noticed that our very large and not so clean charge nurse has forgotten to do a good job wiping and had somehow forgoten to pull his underwear up so you could see his very not so clean behind thru his whites. I managed to make it to the nurses station before I fell to the floor laughing to everyone's horror but upon explanation I was not the only one laughing at this snobbish, know it all, not so clean, charge nurse. :D

I was at a strings concert last week, and the teacher said that she was so proud of the kids because they had come so far in the past year. She went on to say that we just wouldn't believe how they had progressed. When they played, there was no other way to put it, they were horrible! It was all I could do to not burst out into laughter, which would prove how incredibly immature I am to all the other parents.
I've had the urge to laugh at otehr inappropriate times too. Can't seem to help myself.

hmmmm, how can i tell this story without offending catholics, the sanctity of prayer, and people with OCD???

aw well, it can't be done. sorry folks, no story. (but it was *very* funny -- 3 of us were giggling uncontrollably and getting lots of dirty looks :evil grin: )

wheeze, the tease :p

Because I have ADD and am very intuitive, I have never laughed so hard in my life!!!!!!
That is soooo fuuuunny!!! :p

how 'bout this one???

my friend's husband was complaining about her ... there were four of us in the room, my husband, my friend, her husband, and me. we were watching from the porch while the kids were on the playset outside. Ellie got a little high, but, she's a true ADHDer ... no one will stop her from going all the way to the top if she's made up her mind! and she never stops to think about how far away the ground is.... :rolleyes:

anyway, Hank thought ellie was too high and wanted B. to go get her down.

B. said, "she's fine. just watch how she does this. it's amazing."

hank disagreed, "B. always lets our daughter go too far. Ellie will break her neck before B. gets up to do anything about it."

needless to say, that statement ticked me right off!!! come on, what's wrong with his 2 legs??? he couldn't get up and help Ellie off the ladder if he thought it was too dangerous??? grrrr.... :mad:

i fired back an oh-so-innocent question.... :evil grin:

"I'm curious, how many times has Ellie broken her neck???"

three of us thought it was pretty funny anyway.....

hmmmm, how can i tell this story without offending catholics, the sanctity of prayer, and people with OCD???

aw well, it can't be done. sorry folks, no story. (but it was *very* funny -- 3 of us were giggling uncontrollably and getting lots of dirty looks :evil grin: )

wheeze, the tease :p

While I may not be Catholic, I am OCD and have often been caught giggling out right laughing in the middle of prayer at church; but, I don't want to miss out on a good laugh please send your story to me via pm. ;) :D

there were about 20 women in the room and we were nearing the end of the meeting. three of us, M., J., and I, were chatting a bit right before we gathered for the closing prayer and did the prayer circle thing. what were we chatting about??? one of us three had some OCD tendencies and we were teasing her a bit .... o.k., mercilessly, but, she is so fun to tease and she really does take it well, besides, she's a good friend. i'd never treat an acquaintance this way, it's only my true friends who get teased. ;)

so, as we wrapped up our conversation and rose to hold hands, i whispered loud enough for both M. and J. to hear "is this o.k.?" as i held out my hand for J. to hold.

she said, "it's fine" and wrinkled her eyebrows a bit, because she isn't *that* bad. it's mostly bathrooms that gross her out.

"good" i said, then coughed into my hand and grabbed hers...... :D

M. and J. both burst out laughing ... mind you, we're now holding hands as the mentor read the closing prayer. it was just after the pope died and what was supposed to be a somber moment was frequently interrupted with tittering as one of us, while struggling to re-gain composure, would lose it when one of the other three would start the shoulder shakes..... and when M. started with the snorting, well, it was all over!!!

my real reason for not sharing the story???? i'm afraid it might be a "guess-you-had-to-be-there" stories.

all is not lost though..... i'm laughing again just remembering the incident. :D

wheezie, who is most definitely going to hell for laughing when the pope died!!!

Wheezie have you ever seen a duck billed platapus? and you want to tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor?

Funny story Doug and I laughed our butts off.

Yes, I have laughed at inappropriate times. Here's a story that has gone into the family history of unbelievable stories. When my great-uncle (my grandmother's brother) Frank died my grandmother, mother, & I went to the funeral service for him. Well, at the funeral home we were told that he had not yet been creamated and that the urn that was on display was empty, then the minister, who happened to my best friend's father, didn't even know my uncle Frank so he'd prepared a eulogy based on input from other members of the family. The minister kept referring to my uncle FRANK as "Rod" Rodriguez and that was it! My grandmother, mother & I all started cracking up. We sat there with tissues over our faces shaking uncontrollably. Of course, everyone else was trying to figure what the heck was wrong with us. After the service we had to hustle out of the little chapel and to the car fast because we were laughing so hard. To this day if my mom or I mention it we start laughing all over again.

stacey,

loved your story! :)

i don't know why laughter is so often banished from funerals.... laughter is what reminds us to keep living!

at my gramps' funeral, the family were all up in front before they closed the casket and *i* had forgotten my tissues .... :rolleyes:

so i whispered to my mom, "do you have a tissue?" and about 4 relatives pulled tissues out of their pockets and thrust them at me.... which made me and one of my aunts giggle.

gram turned around to see what the rouckas was about, took in the situation in an instant, and gave me the sweetest smile -- tear-filled, warm and kind.

thanks for bringing back the memory.... :)

w.

I don't like going up to the casket, at wakes (Catholic...and I still don't 'get' why it has to be done...), and didn't do it, for the longest time, because I have this need to remember the person, as I knew them..and going up to 'view' them, will be etched in my memory, forever.
I went to a wake, one time, however, and managed to sit in the very last row, in the very last seat. I figured that would give me the opportunity, to discretely mingle with the first half of the room, once they were done 'viewing' the deceased, and no one would notice that I never went up.
Wouldn't you just know it...when the procession started...everyone looked at ME...because the way it worked, was that I was actually the first person to go up..
I found the words 'What the hel* is going on??? I don't WANT to go up' uttered outloud, coming out of my mouth !!!
Then, of course, I started to laugh outloud, at the absurdity, of my situation...
I had to pick up my purse, and try not to run, out of the room, and into my car.
Nova

Nova, you don't have to worry about my funeral... I have it all arranged. There will a closed casket for me, actually, I should inform all of the people in advance not to bother coming. I shouldn't waste time with a casket anyway, cause I am going to be scattered out into the wind... Kinda like dust in the wind

but will they laugh, ummmm, not a bad idea. I think that I would like people to do what they need to do and feel. Personally, I have trouble with viewings and funerals. I hold it all in, 'cause if I don't I would cry forever.

Oh and I have a histroy of laughing in church. Not sure why; perhaps the boredom gets the better of me. Or maybe it's just too hard to "behave" (since behaving is certainly not my natural state) and so the pressure builds and the giggles begin. I am smiling now.

I plan on being cremated, and have my ashes buried (whoops...did I say that outloud?..) in the backyard, and want a peach tree planted over 'me', so I can still nourish 'others', if they needed it.
If that's not possible, I also want to bury my ashes underneath a hearty indoor plant, like some type of Ivy...that way we both can 'live' through one another's breath.
Metaphorically speaking, for both options..

I'm not going to remain with anyone, via plant mode. I have 'bigger' aspirations,lol !
But it'll give a visual comfort, (heck- a waaaay better option than the urns do, which are usually hidden by a photograph, because it's difficult for most people to keep them), to people, if they wanted to remember me, in my true wacky self.
Nova

well, Nova that sounds like a great plan. Have any idea what you might want to do with your mask? Nah, just kidding.

I agree about the urn, after all, who would want to bottled up for all time? Better to help the plant kingdom. Maybe someone will create a new plant in your honor. One with lots of color and personality and flair... ;)

Ok I'm incredibly cheap. During the breast cancer scare I told my husband that if I should have cancer and should die. I wanted him to just cut me up and feed my body to the pigs or throw me in a ditch and let the county take care of the burial. :p He was not amused. :rolleyes:

So, then I decided I wanted a heavy casket with lots of boulders thrown in for weight and I wanted people who had truly ****ed me off to be my pall bearers so that they would remember me everytime their backs gave out after carrying my casket. :D Still not amused. :(

Why are men so stinking hard to please? I mean its a body, no way am I sticken around its not even a sexy body for pete's sake.

So, ok I thought how about cremation...he went for that and I thought good we're onto something now. And then you can flush my ashes so I can swim with the feces. *hehe play on words* ONce again he was not amused. :faint:

So, I've decided to be buried. Whoopy dee do what fun!!!! You don't know me do you?

The song played will be Spirit in the Sky and they have to really boom the bass. My body will arrive thirty minutes late, I will be layed on my stomach, I will have my "If you can read this t-shirt your not close enough" T-shirt on, my elephant slippers will be on my feet and my bare bottom will pointing up out of the casket and anyone who has ever ****ed me off will be called up so they can kiss my *hehe* goodbye. And of course last but not least my battery operated fart machine will be placed once again under the preacher's podium.

NOBODY will cry at my funeral and that is a FACT!!!!!

Times YOu Shouldn't Laugh
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-When your grandmother repeats every word you say under her breath as you speak to her....you can't help but laugh.....but try not to!..... :faint:

-When your father in-law walks casually into the ladies restroom and holds the door for the woman who is coming out.

- When a friend with green hair and a nose ring comes up and hugs your son in the mall and her name is Harriet....Hairy-it?

-when your friend comes out of the bathroom with her skirt tucked up in her panties......how do laugh and be discreet?

-when the lady on her exercise mat in front of you at the gym breaks wind....

more to come I am sure....:D


~gourmet~