I'm guilty. I've laughed during a funeral (when I was about 12). I don't even remember why, I guess something struck me funny. I tried to hide it though, and I did feel bad. I laugh at the weirdest things sometimes (people falling, hurting themselves, etc.). I was even making jokes with family members (who could handle it) after my dad's memorial service about how he should've been taken to a taxidermist and stuffed so we had something to remember him by. D= To be fair, my dad had quite a morbid sense of humor himself. I know he would've laughed about that. But I am not a heartless monster. I'm actually very sensitive and caring. 🙂 But I do hope that at my own open casket funeral the song 'pop goes the weasel' will be playing. 😉