Na, it was a Baptist church. I don't think from the stories I've heard I ever could have survived nuns.
What happened, there were four of us in a row, and no lie, one right after the other our stomaches growled very loudly in order down the row. I guess you probably had to be there, but it struck us funny, and as we were holding back the snickers, guy number one burst into a full fledged belly laugh, at which point we all went ballistic. We were near the back and left very quickly after the service ended. I don't know about the other two, but my girlfriend (now wife) and I never returned to that church. I didn't dare to show my face there again.