When my Nana died my immediate family and I were sitting alone in the chapel before the funeral, facing the casket. Dad and I were whispering the "not dead yet" scene from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" to each other. We finally got some control over ourselves as my granduncle came in.
He sat down beside me and said in his wonderful Carolina accent "Honey, it's a crime, it's just a crime what these funeral directors do."
"What do you mean?"
He motioned toward the casket and said "To charge people so much for those things and then trick them so cruelly."
"Honey, those caskets have false bottoms. They dump the deceased out the bottom and resell them." He dropped me a stinky wink and held my hand through the funeral. I thought I was going to pee in my pants laughing.