There is no better place to fart than early morning church. As the sins from the night before silently escape my body, I found no greater joy than watching the facial expressions of those around me turn sour. Especially knowing that they can't do anything because one musn't talk during mass. Bonus points for old folk who still have a keen sense of smell a weak sense of decorum.
Sidenote: sharting is the absolute worst. If I can't trust my own asshole, WHO CAN I TRUST?