There was a thread made about this too.

I just got back from my grandfathers funeral and what do I hate most beside the fact that he's dead and gone? The People that bring their 1-4 year old kids who have no idea who it is to tag along. While in the service, the first thing that happened is that little baby son-of-a-bitch would not shut up for a hot minute because he was whining over something. Don't get me wrong, feel free to bring them if you can't find a babysitter but please, don't sit behind me with your kid. Somewhere at the end of the service, guess what happened? That's right! Little Baby Son-of-a-bitch shit his pants! I took one whiff of the air and knew he did, why? Well who else smells like baby turd? Other then that, it was fine (excluding the Dead Grandfather) the lunch was pretty dam good. But that kid ruined my time when he sat behind me for the service (praying etc.)