Tragic/comic incidents

In my nursing days I was called over by one patient (relative of a famous comedian, though that is by the by) with 'Come here dearie, I have a present for you!' She was confused, and the arms of her chair were screwed down to prevent her wandering around and injuring herself, so I went over to her. 'Hold out your hand' she said. I did so, and before I could stop her she had dropped a warm ball of faeces into my hand!!

My mother in law had an awful death poor lady. Dementia at 52. We were visiting her in hospital once and she was regaining us with tales of how these 'Japanese prison guards' were treating her (the hospital staff). Some of the things she was saying were hilarious, although the situation was awful.

My OH wants 'wish me luck as you wave me goodbye '

The vicar told me that in one of the funeral services he conducted, the music played was 'Remember You're A Womble'.
It still makes me smile thinking about it.

My best friend had a wonderful sense of humour, when she received a terminal diagnosis she told me she wanted the song "Another one bites the dust" played at her funeral. Her family wouldn't do it but during the service I was silently singing the song in my head.

My paternal grandmother died in a nursing home near us, so the coffin was brought home to our house. On the day of the funeral, we children were not present, but my mother had found it extremely difficult to keep a straight face.

The minister arrived to read prayers in our home before the hearse took the coffin to the cemetery. As he took his place by the coffin to read the prayers, our poodle and all four cats trooped solemnly in and sat down in front of my parents, ,aunt and uncle for all the world as if they intended to listen piously to the service.

Grannie had never been all that fond of pets in the house, either, so I have sometimes wondered whether they wanted to make sure they had seen the last of her.

As my late mothers coffin was carried into the crematorium one bitterly cold February morning, snowflakes began to fall on everyone. ..This made for some very witty remarks since her surname was Blizard!

At my mum's funeral all the family were in the front garden waiting for the cars to arrive. My dad saw one of his neighbours, a lovely chap named Thomas, was on his own so he called him over to introduce him to my mum's brother and 2 brothers in law, who all had the same first name. 'This is John, Thomas and this is John, Thomas and...you can guess the rest.
Most of the family were in fits of giggles while dad and neighbour just looked confused!

At my husband’s funeral, when I was greeting people afterwards, an old lady came up to me, shook my hand and said “He’s dead - get over it”. No one knew who she was. I can only assume she attended funerals to give comfort to the bereaved!

My father was greeting guests in a reception line at his father's funeral. One old gentleman came through and my dad introduced my mom who was standing next to him. The guest looked my mom up and down, turned back to my dad and said, "You have my sympathies." We all still laugh about it!

annifrance My church choir often sings for funerals which will be followed by a cremation. An often-chosen hymn contains the words "When the fire is burning all around you, you will never be consumed by the flames."

We always have to avoid eye-contact, to stop any giggling!

Having a good chuckle at these. My contribution:

Friends uncle was in nursing home with Parkinsons/dementia. His wife visited often and on one visit a nurse came in. He introduced her to his wife and said "This is X, we're getting married". I'm sure wife didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The funeral director was at our house and we were discussing funeral arrangements for my Husband. It was to be a Cremation. We were talking about hymns. My daughter, aged eight, piped up her favourite school hymn: "What about "Light up the Fire, Let the Flame Burn"?" she said.

What is it about funerals that makes us see the funny side of things and often causes helpless giggles.

Many years ago my partner and me attended a funeral and during the burial we both noticed we were stood beside a gravestone that was meant to say 'To the world you were just a part but you were my world'. A bird had pooed over the p and it read 'To the world you were just a fart'. Our shoulders were going up and down trying hard not to laugh. People thought we were crying.

We tried to scatter my fathers' ashes into the river where he kept his boat. He spent rather a lot of his time in the little pub there though. We were always astonished he didn't fall in and drown quite frankly. It was freezing and windy. His partner threw the ashes up into the air. They didn't go anywhere near the river, were taken in the wind and blew towards the pub! We all started to laugh as it seemed so apt!

When my dad was in the nursing home a very obese lady was admitted. As she approached the dining room on her rollator he said very loudly " they're going to have to take the door off, she'll never get through!"

He spoke loudly as he was deaf and one afternoon when I arrived he was being attended to by the Philipino male nurse. This is Fernando he shouted, he's from the jungle but he's very good.

I chose the music from Chariots of Fire to be played when my mother's coffin left the church after the service. I was telling a friend this and then realised that she would then be on her way to the crematorium! Oh no I said I can't do that, the friend said that's your mother's sense of humour coming through, so I went ahead with said music.

At my DFiL's funeral my ex sister in law appeared in a big shining white surplice, she was a vicar and very sanctimonious and was taking the service. She had put on a lot of weight and the effect was a large white ball. 'Stately as a galleon' I muttered to my daughter, Shh she said. 'Looks like a Dalek' I countered, didn't go down well with DD, who was being on best behaviour that day. DS would have fallen about, but he was pall bearing and having to behave.

My father's name was Albert, he hated that name and was always Bert. If anyone got it wrong he would correct them.

When the vicar called him Albert, during his funeral , I had images of the lid opening, him sitting up saying "Bert" and lying down again peacefully.....lid slowly shutting. ( he would have enjoyed that image. )

Greengran Yes maybe it was that although they were the nearest and also the nearest for the GP to visit so it made sense. I was more than satisfied anyway so no harm done.

Mouse We had the same experience when we noticed that the hymn had been printed as "Lord of all hopelessness!"

dragonfly46 I think that some care homes have 'an arrangement' with certain funeral directors, and try to steer people to them.

At my mother in law's funeral in Ireland, a village affair, everyone attended. One of the locals (not very bright) attempted to jump over the still open grave. He fell in, landing on the coffin and had to be hauled out. Even my MIL would have laughed.

On the morning of my mum's funeral the priest rang me up to ask what her maiden name was - I replied 'Speke' so he shouted the question again. It did lighten my mood somewhat.

B9exchange lol

On holiday in The Lakes some years ago my late husband bought an expensive all weather jacket which he proudly wore all week. Sadly he died suddenly a few days after we came home and on looking at the holiday photos my grandson then aged about six said "Didn't get much wear out of his jacket, did he?"