True story at a funeral. This is a story rather than a joke, but there's a funny part. This probably belongs in r/funny but I'm posting it here because in my reddit experience, those folks have a very narrow sense of humor (Leno/Foxworthy type stuff) - and I wanted to give a bit of a laugh to people. I also apologize to more sensitive readers because this is a story relating to my father's death. I'm not looking to bum anyone out, just pass on a funny that happened during a really bad time, that helped lift some of our spirits a bit. My father died Dec 23, 1995 after a 10 year fight against cancer. It was a crappy Christmas. We had his funeral on Dec 27th. Typical Chicago conditions - temperatures near freezing, snow/freezing rain mix, soggy to frozen ground, etc. The funeral procession ended up at his grave site, which was on a slight hill (about 40 feet upwards) from the access road that ran nearby. Given the rain, snow, mud, etc - the cemetary had laid out a few 4 x 8 plywood sheets, leading from the road to the gravesite. I was arm in arm with my 58 year old mother, helping her walk up the plywood laid out, but due to the water, ice, and mud covering it, she slipped and fell to her knees. When she fell, she exclaimed to everyone around, ""Oh great Mil (her nickname), always ending up on your knees!"" I responded, also a bit loudly, ""Mom, that's why dad married you."" My mom, sisters, and everyone around burst into laughter. I think my dad would have appreciated that joke, too. Sorry if I bummed anyone out. Life happens, but it's always better when we can laugh instead of cry.