The other evening, my priest told us a story about this time when a really rural man, who had no knowledge about Orthodox Christianity attended a Paschal Liturgy (Eastern Easter Service; 10:00 PM to 1:00 - 2:00 AM). At one point during the Liturgy, the Priest joyfully and exuberantly declares, "Christ is Risen!" or in my priest's case, "Khristos Voskres!" complete with bells ringing and so forth to announce as previously stated that Christ is Risen! The congregation respectfully (and merrily) replies, "Voistinu Voskres!" or "Indeed He is Risen!" to each time he calls out, respectably to the proper language being used.

This happens for roughly five to ten minutes (?). Sometimes, the Deacons take turns for the Priest. Depending on the parish and traditions, the clergy will use a plethora of different languages, which can be quite silly and funny and exciting despite the octoechos system still dominating the tone of everyone's mood. (Also, it is in the middle of the night; and we have all been trying to be vegan for the past 40 days; and the melatonin is making us delirious; and we have not sat down for what seems like hours; and if we did take a sitting break it was a mistake; and how many Americans know how to properly call out "Jitsu ni Fukkatsu!" in the middle of Church without sounding expletive?)

However, this time was much funnier. When the time had come for my priest to say, "Khristos Voskres!" to the congregation, he hears an interruption, through the Russian "Voistinu Voskres!" responses, of a rural man shouting at the top of his lungs, "Yeehaw!" And, each time my priest would declare, "Khristos Voskres!" or "Christ is Risen!", he would hear a rural man with a really Western draw reply with other alternate rural exclamations such as, "Praise be to God!" and "Woo Hoo!" Needless to say, my priest was extremely confused and slightly taken aback and also a little more than quite offended. (The Divine Liturgy is supposed to use the highest and most proper form of a culture's language, gosh darn it all!) After Liturgy, my priest asked the rural man what he was thinking and why he was shouting those things, and the man said that he had no idea what anyone was saying and thought everyone was really happy and wanted to shout exciting things, too.

TL;DR — A cute and funny story about when everyone finna be proper in Church, and some random guy is in the back (like Saint Symeon the Fool with his sausage and mustard necklace) innocently and earnestly shouting off-tuned hick wordage and accidentally disgruntling the serious-minded priest.