Mom always told us that when she died: just take me to the funeral home and bury me the next day. No wake, no viewing, period. When she died the hospital called me. I asked them to not move her until I got there. When I arrived, the fluorescent light over her bed was on, She was sitting upright with her mouth wide open (rigor had already set in). Knowing this was the only time I (and my brothers and her sisters) could see her, I set up the lighting in the room so it was peaceful, had them lower her bed to a resting position and called my family. We were able to spend the next few hours with her (separately and together) to mourn her death.. She looked peaceful and beautiful even without her hair and makeup. That was the last time I saw her. I never told her of my plan because she would have nixed it. “Absolutely not !” would have been her response. She was buried the next day in the cheapest casket they had, unembalmed, and a cheap vault. She liked things simple in her life and would have made the same choices as I. The casket was grey steel. I selected a beautiful spray of yellow flowers for the casket and nobody knew the interior was lined with crepe. It was beautiful. She was dressed in her favorite suit. (Again, I never saw her after the hospital, as was her request.) After 20 years I don’t care what she looks like. When I think of her I see a beautiful woman in her favorite suit resting beside my Dad.