I find some of the British attitudes to death and mourning expressed here very cold and removed from emotion.
In my culture many people like to die at home surrounded by family and then are waked in the house. My beloved grandfather died of cancer at home with palliative care given by a specialist team of doctors and nurses and most importantly, family.
He died in his own bed (which had been moved downstairs to the sitting room in his last months) and the undertakers came to the house and moved him into his coffin and removed the bed entirely from the room.
We sat with him in a vigil throughout that night and it was an honour and a privilege to have spent those final hours with him. We spoke to him and held his had and stroked his hair and kissed his face. Our raw grief subsided slightly and acceptance crept in. We never once left him unattended and we took turns to be in the room with him either in pairs or alone. I felt him get colder and colder.
My grief was private and personal for him - he had been a huge part of my life and I loved him fiercely. I will never ever regret having those quiet, sad, reflective middle of the night hours with him. The memory is precious to me.
He was hugely loved in his community and one of the most profound aspects for me was to witness a steady, quiet stream of friends and neighbours respectfully come to the room, touch his had or face and bow their heads. No words were needed. At 6am the next morning his very elderly neighbour came to the front door, walked silently into the front room where he was and she just walked up to him and held his hand for a couple of minutes. She had lived next door to him for over 60 years. it was a private moment of respect and leave-taking. she herself was dead within 6 months. The passing of an era.
It's been 20 years since he died now and I have tears flowing down my cheeks just remembering it all.
I have attended countless funerals with open coffins and there has never been 'gawping' but there has been a lot of respect and sorrow for the lost loved ones and those left behind.
Some of the comments on here are abhorrent to say the very least. Makes me incredibly glad not to have grown up with that aspect of British Culture