The funeral was led by the current Catholic Priest there, he is from Sri Lanka. According to my father, the priests are brought in from other places now, hard to find enough home bred Priests I suppose. There has been an Irish Priest in the last couple of years, the last Father was from Nigeria, but now, the Father is from Sri Lanka.
Any who, Grandma Alice, being who she was, decided that she wanted her nieces and nephew to sing at her funeral and asked them to do so before she died, Amazing Grace, I walk in the Garden, etc. She also asked them to sing a yodeling song. yep. Yodel.
Now, apparently my dad's cousins warned her before she died that the one song that they know together involves a young woman who loves her man a great deal, except that every time they make love, he yells like Tarzan, and then proceeds to yodel.
I'm going to give you a minute, just to let that sink in.
Grandma said, "Perfect!"
The Father, (having no idea that this was about to take place) called for the last song to be sung, and gently, sat down.
The song commenced.. with a warning to the audience I must add.
There was a great deal of inappropriate, bawdy laughter throughout the song, and huge (and very well deserved) applause after it.
But what had me giggling then, and my dad and I laughing out loud the next day, was the absolute, abject horror on the face of the priest as he slowly stood up and looked out on the audience of at least 150 people, who were still laughing, and applauding.
"Let us then, pray for our Sister, Alice......"
I bet she was in stitches...