You got a good one, Matthew! My church going experience as a kid was extremely somber. Being funny would have been considered an affront against god. Even now, the catholics in my old neighborhood are very stodgy humor-wise, and they start looking around for lightning bolts at the first hint of an irreverant giggle.
Towards the end of my mom's life, she went back to the church and started saying confession. My brothers and I were all dying to know what sins she had to confess! But she refused to divulge. My brother said, "Yeah, if she tells us, they won't come true!"
Even she laughed.
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