Fremen

Sorry to hear about your friend's dad, EH.

I was by and large ok with going to funerals, until my friend in highschool was killed and the funeral home made him look unlike what he looked like in life.
I had three hard funerals under my belt by the time I was 11.
My dad's, a grandfather, and a great-grandfather. Both the grandfathers were suicide by gun, and my dad fell from the top of a church he was building.

Anyway, my friend flipped his truck when we were in high school.
He was a pretty skinny guy, but when I went to the viewing, his face was all bloated up like a soccer ball. Didn't look anything like him.
I vowed not to view the bodies at any more funerals.
Of course, I broke the vow a few years later at one of my favorite cousin's funeral. He had had a car accident on his way back from picking up his 1 year old granddaughter in West Texas.
Both were killed and they were buried in the same casket.

Unfortunately, our white trash side came out at the graveyard.
An ex-wife of his showed up drunk and started fighting with various family members.
Geez. Rednecks, can't take 'em any where.