The inability to control your self from laughing at inappropriate moments such as at an inside joke during a funeral, or at someone's expense when they have tripped and fallen down on the sidewalk. You know it is WRONG, but you just can't help yourself.
I cringed as I finished saying it. And I had to sit there for the next ten minutes, fighting off the giggles and the "wrongness" of laughing inappropriately at a moment like that. It was just plain funeral funny.
by Rockafish July 20, 2016

by Bobalingo April 4, 2024

by Bic cock ya May 22, 2018

by Strictlyanonymous May 8, 2022

A funeral process where a person’s cremated remains are set out to sea on a ship that is then lit on fire via fire arrows that are shot from the shore, then, the funeral attendees equip diving gear and collect the ashes, whoever gets the most wins the person’s will
by Raccski April 10, 2021

Term used to describe the feeling you get when a girl asks you if she can put a strap-on and have anal sex with you while the music plays "psycho-killer" by talking heads
Girl : " It has been beautiful to be a man for a while"
Man : "i feel a bit sonatin for a jazz funeral. but it will pass, anymore, and it will go fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better. now i have to run run run run, run run run away" (singing out of tune)
Man : "i feel a bit sonatin for a jazz funeral. but it will pass, anymore, and it will go fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better. now i have to run run run run, run run run away" (singing out of tune)
by ciro May 12, 2014

Aunt Enya stood by her husband's casket, tears cascading down her grief-stricken face as the wails of the women in the family filled the room. The air was heavy with sorrow, the weight of loss palpable in the mournful atmosphere.
Amidst the sorrow, a whispered secret emerged, passed down through generations - the ancient family "funeral dildo." Shock and disbelief clouded Enya's eyes as the women, consumed by grief, revealed the taboo object. In their shared pain, they sought solace in the forbidden comfort it offered.
One by one, the women took turns, finding a bittersweet release in their shared act of defiance against death's cruel grip. Enya watched, her heart heavy with a mix of shock and understanding. Even Nana Val, her frail body confined to a Victorian wheelchair, found temporary respite from her own suffering. As the night wore on, the echoes of grief softened, replaced by a fragile sense of peace.
In that moment, amongst the tears and whispered confessions, Aunt Enya found a glimmer of hope in the midst of her despair. The mourning dildo, with its taboo allure, had woven a strange tapestry of healing through the tangled threads of grief, binding the women together in a shared, sacred moment of release.
Amidst the sorrow, a whispered secret emerged, passed down through generations - the ancient family "funeral dildo." Shock and disbelief clouded Enya's eyes as the women, consumed by grief, revealed the taboo object. In their shared pain, they sought solace in the forbidden comfort it offered.
One by one, the women took turns, finding a bittersweet release in their shared act of defiance against death's cruel grip. Enya watched, her heart heavy with a mix of shock and understanding. Even Nana Val, her frail body confined to a Victorian wheelchair, found temporary respite from her own suffering. As the night wore on, the echoes of grief softened, replaced by a fragile sense of peace.
In that moment, amongst the tears and whispered confessions, Aunt Enya found a glimmer of hope in the midst of her despair. The mourning dildo, with its taboo allure, had woven a strange tapestry of healing through the tangled threads of grief, binding the women together in a shared, sacred moment of release.
by sad grandma November 22, 2024
