My "Coming out story" I find pretty hilarious. Here it goes: My father is second only to the Pope, seriously. One visit to our home in Branson, Missouri he and my mother planned a trip to Tennessee to see a friend. Before departing he called his priest in Nevada to explain that his friend was an Episcopalian and would it be alright to attend his church. The response was a flat out, "negative". Using the Google map machine, he discovered that the nearest Catholic church was an hour away from his friend's home in Tennessee. He made the drive.
Coming out to him happened on that same trip. Each morning we'd sit on the porch and enjoy our coffee and chat. Well, a Jehovah's Witness made the trek up the stairs and gave her opening speech to the three of us. I let her finish and said, "Well, you're here with two insanely devout Catholics and an Atheist, give it your best shot." I gathered the courage to slowly turn my head toward my father and nearly spit out my coffee at his expression! He sat there, mind whirring in who knows how many different directions and simply gave me a look somewhere between astonishment and incredulity. LOL It's a moment I'll cherish forever.