Well, 'Spaw, I'm of two minds on this. Not wanting to make Karen's life any harder than it has to be, I probably would have been on the lookout to make sure I just lived through the visit without screwing it up. God willing, I would have kept a straight face until I got into the car, or something. (Thus sayeth the *Mom*).
On the other hand, I've gotten dope slapped for laughing at funerals (the service always said to be not sad and be comforted, right? And the way Aunt Marjorie's nose tip kept twitching away from her lip when you watched her talk in full profile...). And my mother quietly chewed me out for those giggles during my first communion. She should just be glad I didn't yell "Icch" when I got my first taste of wine. It was a lousy cheap burgundy.. kisses sweeter than wine, my ass.
I hope Karen and the kids survived this all right? Love, the MomFox