30.6 for latinas, 27.5 for white women, 29 for black women. i’m no statistician, but it’s the roughly 3 percent difference enough of a deviation to be statistically significant? i don’t think a 3 percent difference really makes it particularly “grim” any more than it is for white women actors. i appreciate wanting to…

Lesson one of gun safety: all guns are always loaded. Even if you unloaded them yourself. Even if you checked. Even if you just saw the thing assembled for the first time in its life. It is loaded.

People who make shit comments like “Good” or “Darwin Award” give themselves away as people who have never faced a horrific situation and had to deal with it. I’m a firefighter and have been at the scene of accidental deaths when family members were present. It’s a scene of grief and sorrow and anguish that’s…

Good question! I believe they were willed to his longtime on-again/off-again girlfriend who had a bunch of land and a son who had helped my uncle for several years with the llamas.

So, the first funeral I went to was my grandmother’s when I was 3. I didn’t understand that only the top half of some coffins open, so I thought they’d cut her legs off to fit her in the box. I kept asking where her legs were and no one would answer me!

TL:DR: My family cause scenes at cousin’s funeral, a 14 year old girl stops a riot, and family gets banned from Funeral Parlour.

My family originates from Irish peasant stock, which contributes to a somewhat no-nonsense attitude to death. When I was about six, my grandfather died in Ireland. Far-flung sons, daughters and their families gathered for the funeral.

Oh GOD, I’ve just remembered the one my sister told me about the boy she had a crush on at High School. Bear with me, it’s a long one. It’s also a wee bit painful.

So this is nowhere near as odd as some in here, but here goes. My grandmother died in 2009, 2 months after my youngest daughter was born. My little sister had just had her first, my oldest nephewnephew, at the same time. We grew up going to a very old, and very serious, country church full of very old, serious…

My Grandfather suffered a major stroke one day at the local car wash.

“The summer before I turned 13 my boobs came in and my uncle died.”

The summer before I turned 13 my boobs came in and my uncle died. Because of my rapidly developing body, I didn’t have any clothes to wear to the funeral, so my mom had to take me clothes shopping. She would lose her patience with me pretty rapidly, so I ended up buying a ton of ill-fitting grey items and a bra (for…

My great uncle was a llama rancher for most of his life; never married, just ALL LLAMAS, ALL THE TIME.

I was about ten, and my mom’s best friend’s mother died. She was a miserable old bitch, best pictured as a cross between Tony Soprano’s mom and Mrs. Burn’s mom. Just awful and did nothing but spew hatred at everyone.

When my son passed away, he was 14 months old and a friend had brought his young daughter up from KY for the funeral. It was late January and she had never seen snow so she started doing snow angels and playing in the snow at the cemetery. The other kids who were there were looking at their parents for the same…

Disclaimer: not meant to be funny.

Did you just R Kelly me?

Alright, I obviously was not there, but this is one of the best funeral/memorial stories I’ve heard to date:

Like most of my family stories, this one is fucked up. My father died pretty young, after spending about half my life avoiding me because I look and sound too much like my mother, his ex-wife but spent time with my brother. His brothers, my uncles, don’t know me because my hag grandmother declared my brother and I…

When I was at my grandfather’s brother’s funeral, one of my father’s cousins let slip that my father is adopted right in the middle of a eulogy. It turns out that everyone knew that my grandmother was already pregnant with my father when she and my grandfather met, except for my father. My mother had even figured it…