One In Particular

It was my first attendance of a Catholic funeral

The priest was a very typical Irish small village priest, had a habitual red face and then he started to talk.  For the first five minutes I thought he was speaking Latin and this was a traditional mass, then I looked round at P and his mum and they were surpressing laughter and his mum was hitting him in the ribs and then flashing dirty looks to him as he was making her laugh, I was sitting beside P's dad and he is a strict schoolteacher, so that was double pressure not to laugh. 

The Priests voice got higher in tone and then it started P nieces and nephews (the grandchildren of the deceased) started looking around and pulling faces.