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Atheist - my mother was really a fabulous raconteur. I recall when a beloved aunt of mine had died and everybody was crammed into her tiny house, living room, scullery, stairs, and the wee room for a wake.
I couldn't get into the front door because of the cramming so ended up going in by the back. All I could "hear" was silence as someone was talking (my being deaf) I didn't know who it was - but when the whole of the crowd started killing themselves laughing - I knew it was my mother who was telling the stories (probably exaggerated). There must have been 70 people there that day. She was such a funny lady and I miss her so much. She could have made a pig laugh.