Fast Sundays and the Setting Apart

So today was fast Sunday. Before I get to my story I have a few bits from the past.

When I was about 16 or so we had this weird lady who got up and bore her testimony. The thing I remember was that she said something to the effect of, "I believe in paying tithing, even though I've never actually paid it."

From my mission. My comp and I started our fast Sat night. We had a prayer and did it the right way. We got up did our studies, I showered, got dressed, and he was eating breakfast. I said "What's the deal? I thought we were fasting." He said that he did fast. I was surprised by his answer. I finally said, "All you did was sleep. We had dinner, said a prayer and then you woke up and ate. That isn't fasting."

Another companion would pay the fast offering and I would do the fasting.

Today I finally got set apart as the asst in the priests quorum and venture leader. It was only me and the bishopric in the room. The bishop gave the blessing and the counselors were on either side. From the get go I knew there was going to be trouble. Both counselors stomachs were growling and grumbling. Since my ears were right about level with their guts I was having a hard time focusing on the blessing. The growling was in stereo and the bishop's prayer was in surround sound. The amazing thing was it lasted 3-5 minutes and the stomachs never stopped. I had a smile on my face the entire time and almost laughed a few times. I really did try to listen to the bishop's pronouncement, but it was hard to focus. When it was finished I shook their hands and proclaimed that they needed something to eat. No doubt that they were really fasting.