My uncle killed himself last april and my crazy catholic family got a priest whos a friend of the family to a do a private mass at my grandmas house last weekend. I went up to her house with my older brother we smoked up on the way there.. I was fucking stoned as hell. My brothers standing at the kitchen table with her cat and laughing at it. I look into her dining room and theres this preist sitting at the table with all the mass shit and I just had to laugh. Only my family would have mass at a dining room table...*sigh*. So the priest says to me "you and your sister were supposed to sing the hymms.. did you bring them?" and then starts laughing at me.. I had the most frightend look on my face. On top of which my grandmas cat was crying the entire time. it was hilarious. or at least at the time it was. So after this mass, we eat, I passed out on the couch, got woken up.. to eat again.. and then we left.. and smoked some more on the way home. We also smoked before my graduation party.. it seems to make dealing with my family a little easier.