There was a funeral at the KH for a woman married to a non believer; all her relatives were "worldly". Half way through what I'm sure everyone else thought was a most moving talk, the woman's brother stands up and starts screaming, "You are all going to hell. This is a pack of lies. (The resurrection)." He went on for a bit, and no one removed him. He sat down as suddenly as he had risen, and said nothing more for the rest of the talk.
We did have a man who was very mentally ill. He'd do well for a while because he'd take his meds, and then he'd go off them and go crazy at a meeting, yelling stuff out during the talks and WT study.
The circuit overseer's wife fell down the steps on the way to the B School in the basement.
But I think the best was....Joan.
Now Joan was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. Just lovely. And so modest. However, she had one flaw. She was as clumsy as hell. She would trip and fall over anything. To make matters worse, our cong was poor; we needed new carpeting, but we couldn't afford it, so there were splits and holes in the rug. Of course, Joan would fall over all of them. We used to have to re-arrange the seats to "hide" the worst tears, but it mattered not. This woman would manage to trip over a miniscule piece of dust on the floor. We used to wait and see how many times she would fall during a meeting. I honestly can't remember a meeting during which she didn't fall. It was too funny....
As far as genuine humor goes, however, I had to admit I was the funniest person around. Which wasn't difficult. I remember one time in particular, we were supposed to be contributing for a new Assembly Hall. Since my meeting attendance was not the best, I'd apprently missed the meeting where we were told that the contributions would cease for a while, pending the Society's approval of our plans. So I go up to the elder in charge, and hand him my money, and he tells me he's not sure he should take it. I said, "Fine, just give me the money back and I'll go get a beer instead. His wife burst into laughter and he glared in disapproval.
Then there was a talk about not saving seats at conventions. The point was more than belabored. It was painful. It just went on and on. At the end of the talk, I raised my hand and said, "Are we allowed to save seats?" Some persons laughed but most were shocked and the dumb brother droned on for another three minutes about it. So I guess that kind of backfired on me.
Beryl
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