So we were driven up there along with the coffin. As we pulled in we saw one of those Scottish bagpipe players. Because my Grandma was Scottish. My cousin who was in the car with me had been crying most the way. When we both saw the bagpiper she turned to me and said "Don't laugh" Now I did not find it funny until she said that. So as I got out of the car I was battling the urge to laugh. It gets worse. Me along with my uncle and other male family members were to carry the coffin. And it was at this point the guy started playing the pipes. I saw him and his inflated cheeks and red face and started to feel a laugh coming so I bit down on my tongue as hard as I could.
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I thought. And I managed not to. After the funeral I went to a bathroom and spat blood into the sink from biting my tongue so much.
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