At my great-aunts funeral, I was a pall-bearer. Alas, I didn't know this great aunt very well, and Catholic funerals are the bomb, yo, so I was feeling particularly smartassed.
As the deacon walked in front of us, blessing us each with "Peace Be With You", I could not hold it in anymore and after I was blessed with "Peace Be With You" I responded with
"And May the Force Be With You"
My uncle burst out laughing and my dad smacked me in the back of the head - but it was worth it.