At my grandfathers funeral, my parents  told me I interrupted the priest-guy and started singing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' at the top of my lungs.

Afterwards, I said to my parents, "We can't leave without Papa, we can't leave him by himself." And then went over to his grave and said, "Papa, wake up, its time to go."

All I remember from his funeral is putting a rose on his coffin. I didn't cry either.