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This happened a year ago. It just came up last night in a conversation, and I figured this subreddit may like my story.

So I'm traveling through the Southern part of India and landed in a coastal city called Mangalore. It's a port town with Portuguese heritage and some beautiful churches scattered around the city. I, with my sister, walk into this beautiful Roman Catholic church in this upmarket part of the city. There's a bunch of people gathered inside and some kids singing some hymns I figured. It doesn't particularly feel like we were interrupting anything but everyone is seated so we  go ahead and take a seat.

At this point, I should mention that my sister has begun telling me she is having a bad feeling about this. But I continue to admire the beautiful work on the walls. Click some photographs on my brand new, big as fuck DSLR. People have begun to stare. I then proceed to stand between the benches and nudge my sister to pose for some quick selfies on my phone with the Cross in the background. The old woman beside me is VERY cross. So, I get up and walk towards the front. 

And lo and behold! I see a decorated coffin with a dead body inside it. A young man lay inside and only then I begin to notice a lot of sobbing people around. The pastor looks at some guy who has already begun to walk towards me. I quickly retreated my steps and walked the hell away with my ROFLing sister tagging behind me.
<bot>: Walked into a Church. Didn't know a funeral service was going on. Took selfies. Was kinda thrown out.