My neighbor's MIL died and he and his family flew across the country for the funeral. The deceased woman's sister was quite a character and has no issues with death. In fact, during the viewing she stood by the casket and quite loudly told her daughter that she didn't want that shade of lipstick when she was in the casket; she wanted her own signature shade.
Then Auntie decided her sister needed to be buried wearing her favorite scent, which Auntie just happened to carry in her purse. Auntie pulled it out and sprayed it liberally on her sister. All was fine, until Auntie dropped the perfume. In the casket. Where it promptly rolled under the body.
Well, Auntie might have been generous with a few spritzes of perfume, but she wasn't going to let the whole bottle go down with her sister. She began reaching underneath the body, trying to find the lost bottle. Other attendees watched in horror or, perhaps more likely, left the room so they could laugh in private.
These are the types of stories that get repeated for generations. It is my sincere hope that when Auntie dies, she will be wearing the correct shade of lipstick and clutching her perfume bottle in her hand.