I had a great aunt, who passed away. She had a condition, which caused her to gain excessive weight, due to water retention. She had to have a "triple' casket- three times the size of a normal casket. And no six men on the planet could lift it, so for the funeral, they decided to keep it in the hearse in front of the Catholic Church, which just happened to be on a hill. At one point in the ceremony, the priest was to walk around the hearse with the casket, and shower it with incense. As he did so, the hearse began to roll away. Nobody set the parking break. So the priest, the pallbearers and others all ran after it, as it picked up speed, down hill.. It wound up blocks away, in a rose garden, narrowly missing a house. One of my aunts was impressed by her brother, my uncle,, who was so broken up that he was "shaking, and crying in grief". at the death of his beloved aunt. I was next to him, and both of us were dying of laughter at the sight of the hearse, careening down the street. The point is laughter does not always mean disrespect.