Years ago, before I even thought of becoming a mortician I was at a friend's service. Everybody walked outside the funeral home as they were pushing the casket out to load into the hearse.
Ironically, one of my friend's was the owner of the funeral home. Well, his parents were. Anyhow, a few of us walked out on to a grass area about 6 to 8 feet from the hearse. All of a sudden I smell shit, so I start looking around like, wtf? And low and behold I stepped in what looked to be a large dog shit. Yeah, almost human size.
I mean the shit was black on the outside & I guess from being in the sun, it had oxidized, but the inside was a peanut butter color and extra creamy on my shoe. Stunk to high heaven (no pun intended.) I was having a very hard time trying to clean it off.
By this time the casket is starting to be rolled out the door & I lean over to one of my friend's (who's parents owned the funeral home) & I whispered, "Jimmy." He leans in & I say, "I just stepped on dog shit." He looks down & immediately holds back from laughing out loud. His lips curled & he started getting red. The rest of the guys look over & I lift my foot showing them what happened & they all start to cover their faces to hide their laugh.
I, at this point starting busting up out loud but quickly covered my face like I was crying. My friends doing the same & I'm having a hard time trying to stop. I was shaking from how hard I was laughing. All of a sudden I feel a hand over my right shoulder trying to comfort me. I glance over & it's a family member to which I'm trying extra hard to get serious quick at this point. To no avail, so I easily walked away further.
Once the casket was loaded & left for the church I cleaned my shoe on the grass & used the restroom to use soap & a bunch of paper towels to get my shoe clean.
Needless to say, I had that smell stuck in my nose the whole time after.