OK, three things-
First, my dad had a habit of popping Certs into his mouth all the time, included the middle of Mass.
Once at camp, one of the real schmucks at the camp received Communion “because he was hungry.”
Once, me and the parents were in Mass. My dad has a bad back, so when it came time to sit down, he braced himself by pulling on the pew in front of us. It promptly tilted back about 4 inches off the ground. Me and my mom laughed pretty much the rest of the Mass.
And, I was also an altar boy. I was serving a funeral for the husband of a woman who helped out often at the school, keeping an eye on us little bastards in the schoolyard and such. We were seated on the altar and the preist’s seat was a few feet in front of us. As the priest goes to sit, he slips, and he ends up clumsily slumping into the seat, moving it about a foot back. Not all that funny in itself, but we were on the altar during a funeral, and as we all know, it’s always hardest not to laugh when you absolutely can’t laugh. We failed that test.
FTR, I still see the deceased’s widow and she seems to have no hard freelings, Thank God.