Humor in-class practice

I feel it is safe to say that most extended family gatherings with relatives, whether it's a holiday, tradition or special event, never ends beaming with sunshine and rainbows.

Normally there is some sort of argument between siblings, or even an over-used insult made by the elder grandmother. 

Generally speaking, you would think that the ONE exception to an unproblematic and drama-free relative gathering would be at a funeral of a loved one. 

But, let’s put it this way, the day we had to bury my grandfather was apparently NOT an exception for chaos. 

Let me paint a picture of my mother’s side of the family.

My mom is the youngest of seven, 100% Polish children. 

Luckily for my immediate family, she is the most “normal” child, and “normal” is practically an understatement to describe her.

She has four sisters and two brothers who all have several kids of their own, some of which even come from second or third marriages. Her parents were the delusional type who most definitely didn’t plan and expect to have seven crazed kids under one roof.

They quite literally call themselves the dysfunctional family of Bucks County. 

It is sad to say, we have never had a family get together that doesn’t end with at least one of the siblings attempting to walk home, even if they live hours away from the venue.