I know it's not a funeral situation, but... My youngest brother, when he was about 8 (17 now) was in line at the grocery store with my mom one afternoon. He had spent the day before outside by the pond, and got really chewed up by chiggers. The next day, there they are, in the checkout line when he starts scratching his legs like a madman. My mom asks "Grant, what's wrong?"... His reply (quite loud) was... "Mom, my (replace ch in chiggers with N) are itching!".
I wasn't fortunate enough to be there, but apparently the people in line to check out were a bit surprised to say the least. I know it's terrible, but I would've collapsed with laughter if I had been present.