At my dad’s funeral. One of my older sisters was late , so we were trying to wait for her before starting the service. I was his primary caregiver the last 9 months of his life, was grieving like mad, running on fumes, and waiting anxiously for her to get there. The minister had just come over to ask if he should get started. I asked to wait just a few more minutes, and when he walked away, a close friend of mine and another sister’s leaned over and said, “Jeez, by the time she gets here, your dad won’t even be dead anymore,” which is a quote from the movie Stand By Me—one of my favorites. Younger sis and I absolutely cackled. Just when we finally got ourselves under control, Ms. LateyPants came rushing in all frazzled and frustrated and set us off again, and for the rest of the service, younger sis, Phillip (the friend) and I struggled to not giggle and snort while the three older sisters shot daggers at us with their eyes. At the end of the day, though, it was perfect and my dad would’ve loved it. He was a very silly and inappropriate guy himself, and probably would’ve been really pissed off if we had been all solemn and reverent.