laughter in seconds flat. About 6 seconds to be precise. It wasn't a guilty "I shouldn't be laughing" cackle either. Uncle J's sense of humor, if he could have pulled this prank off intentionally, he totally would of. IDK, maybe he did.

My uncle was in the process of passing from Alzheimers. Physically, he was a very strong and active man, so we were all surprised when he suddenly began shutting down. If at all possible, he wanted to die at home, in his own bed, we were gathered around his bedside in his home. The Cambodian (my little brother) and I took my Mom to see her brother one last time. Uncle J's wife and 2 kids were also present, and the hospice nurse.

My Mom held his hand and was talking to him softly, we couldn't hear everything she was saying. We did hear her say "I hope you can hear me. If you can hear me, gimme a sign, squeeze my hand or something." Within one second, he began to let rip the most gloriously resonant, and longest fart I'd ever heard.

It would end up covering all frequencies the human ear can receive before it was finally over. It began w/ a deep, KX 450 4 stroke engine thumper growl, you could actually feel it.

Like a subwoofer in your home theater system. It progressed and transitioned beautifully to mids of the frequency range. The room's first reaction was that of confusion and wild darting eyes, looking at each other w/ a combination of "what's happening, then, is this really happening?" Of course, the Cambodian and I were the first to laugh, so the first attempting to stifle laugh.

Not sure how to proceed, I wanted to run out of the room, rather than offend anyone. Everyone, quickly looked to both my Mom and Uncle J's wife, as if for permission. Or, to follow their reaction on proper etiquette in this most unusual of circumstances.

They "released" us from our obligation to stifle and suppress our laughter, because they looked at each other, and it was on like Donkey Kong. They started laughing w/ zero hesitation. I thought the nurse would be immune to any response, nope. That was something even she hadn't seen, surely not the perfect timing and execution. Not that they are vulgar or unladylike, if someone had done that in ANY other situation, they would've been angry and dished out a rebuke and reminder on proper manners and behavior in their homes. Despite the laughter, the big finish was clearly audible.

1984'ish KX 80(i'm obviously a team green guy) 2 stroke howl, full power band, angry swarm of bees, throttle pegged in 4th gear kinda grand finale. His wife, "Oh J, you did that on purpose didn't you!! Why do you always have to make the entire room laugh!! Oh I'm gonna miss that." Then quickly had an addendum to the statement. "No, no, not your childish fart humor. Well, you know what I mean." Despite the realization and sentiment re; how much she'll miss him, the light hearted vibe and laughter went on for some time.

Uncle J passed within 90 min. of his final opus. My brother and I tried to get an accurate guesstimate & reconstruction on how long it actually lasted. 5-6 seconds. It wasn't just the length that was impressive, it was the broad frequency range Uncle J covered in that 6 seconds. As people ran into the room at the ruckus, the Cambodian and I slinked away, both knowing what the other was thinking. He turns and mutters "Dude, I don't wanna linger and find out what that bad boy smells like." "Yup, yup, good call brudda o' mine. Good call."