【海外の反応】葬式で起きたヤバすぎる事件まとめ「天国じゃなくてニューヘイブンにいる」

Back in Connecticut when my cousin died, my other cousin with Down syndrome kept wailing, “Our cousin is in New Haven!”

She meant to say heaven, but kept calling it New Haven, which accidentally broke the tension on an otherwise horrible day. Eventually everyone was trying not to laugh, and the jokes started rolling in:

“Well… at least she isn’t in Bridgeport.”

My grandma's dog tried to crawl in the casket with her.

He's a 200lb Saint Bernard.

Edited to add: The problem was that he nearly knocked the casket over.

Grandpa's funeral. Closest family members gathered in his house's Florida "sunroom". This is the part where we reminisce about the deceased and say how fond we are of him. Instead, silence. The room became more and more uncomfortable, fidgeting, people catching glances of each other's eyes… Finally my Dad says, "yeah, he was a real son of a bitch, wasn't he?" All the nervous energy in the room exploded into roaring laughter that lasted a good long time. We had fun after that, just talking to one another.

We were at a crematorium service for a family friend. The family had picked a soft, classical piece for the final commendation as the curtains closed. Someone in the AV booth clearly clicked the wrong file on the computer because instead of classical music, the opening chords of "Highway to Hell" started blasting through the speakers. It only played for about four seconds before they cut it, but the sudden silence afterward was deafening.

My great aunt would always bring a disposable camera to funerals and take pictures of the deceased and flowers, she kept each individual in their own photo album. When she passed we buried her with a Kodak disposable camera.

When we got to the cemetery after my mom's funeral for the graveside ceremony, we knew immediately that they had her casket over the wrong grave. Our family has a section of plots on the opposite corner of this particular cemetery. Most of the people there besides immediate family had no idea this was not the correct gravesite, so the ceremony went on as though nothing was unusual. They actually lowered her casket into the wrong gravesite. My siblings and dad and I were horrified. Then after everyone left, they raised her casket back up, and my brother stayed behind to make sure they buried her in the correct plot. They used a crane to carry the casket from one side of the cemetery to the other, and my brother said the casket was swinging around and almost hit a tree. The poor man is traumatized for life. But she is at least buried next to my grandparents in the correct place now.

My nephew died very suddenly of meningitis at the age of 11. It was horrific, but the church he and his parents had gone to really stepped up to support them. I’m not a church type but they were some nice people.

There was a small funeral at the church, during which they allowed people to come up and share memories. This one lady came up and got very emotional, reading a poem about how children who die young are angels, etc. Family members assumed she was a member of the congregation, and the congregation assumed she was a distant relative.

NOPE. Nobody knew her. We checked with everyone. She wasn’t a nurse, teacher, or anyone with a connection to my nephew. As best we could figure, she was a funeral crasher who particularly focused on children.

A guy I knew wrote his own eulogy and decided that was the time to spill the beans on his affair. Wife and mistress were at the funeral..

At my husband's funeral I met my half brother for the first time. Apparently my Dad called him and told him he should go. My Dad couldn't make it because his dog threw up and my stepmom was too upset thinking the dog was sick and she couldn't be alone, so I guess him sending my brother that I never met was the next best thing? Never saw or spoke to my brother again, but it was nice that at least someone showed up for me.

People trying to take jewelry off of the deceased.