My late sis had a hysterical and utterly black sense of humor- she could make anything funny. Sis was always at her worst while she was trying not to break down at funerals; she kept herself from falling apart with the worst comments to me and our brothers. We were usually choking from trying not to laugh at every funeral.
Sis was 31 when she died, on a snowy/icy day in Feb. She was a larger size girl and died at home. We were all at the house and near collapse when the funeral home came to get her. Because we are family, the funeral home owner sent his 2 oldest and most senior (emphasis on senior) staff to pick her up (men who knew Sis from birth and were crying with us as they got her).
These poor poor old men load her up, take her out the door, and hit the icy, snowy slope down to the hearse. One of them falls.
They lose control of the gurney and body- which tear off down the hill, alone.
Sis (in bag) hits the ground and sleds down the hill in a dead heat with the gurney. Both slam into the side of the hearse.
FH guys are horror stricken; the one who fell has tears rolling down his face as he apologizes.
We lose it- my Aunt, brother, and I laugh until we ache, trying all the while to reassure the poor man that it is only Sis's sick sense of humor still in effect tring to keep us from collapsing under our grief.
We help put her back on the gurney with tears of laughter rather than pain on our faces.