" It’s like I’m twelve again, and at a great uncle’s funeral who I’d never met, sitting next to my cousin Max, and every time the priest said “Virgin Mary,” we couldn’t stop fucking giggling. But we were at a funeral, and people were crying, and we knew we couldn’t giggle. So we held our breaths until our faces turned bright red, and our bodies shook with silent laughter, tiny little snorts escaping every once in a while when we couldn’t contain it, which just made everything funnier. "

― Tara Sivec , Just My Type (Hometown Love #2)