*Upsetting content warning* Coping with how mum looked at the end

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I’ve name changed for this as it’s too personal.
My lovely mum died on Thursday and I was lucky enough to be with her in her last days and when she died. The District Nurses were amazing and she had as good a death as anyone could have hoped after a long illness. She died with her eyes closed.
However mum lost so much weight in the last weeks and months and although when she died and just after I thought I was okay with how different she looked - I stroked her face and talked to her, I now keep going back to how she looked when the care home staff had laid her out, and it gets more disturbing every time. They did such a lovely job and mum was dressed in clothes she’d chosen with fresh flowers in her crossed hands and jewellery on. They’d put her teeth in as requested but I think because her head was slightly back and she’d lost so, so, much weight, her teeth and mouth suddenly looked wrong and too big. Her thin hair was smoothed back behind her head and she looked cadaverous (excuse the pun, it’s the only word for it). They couldn’t fully close her mouth.
Mum was so into looking glamourous, I’m finding myself dwelling on this thing that didn’t loom large at the time. She was so changed, unrecognisable really, probably horrifying.
I don’t want to do this, she’d hate it.
Has anyone else had this problem?
I didn’t think I’d want to see her at the undertakers because I’d been with her in her last days and wanted to remember her alive, I viewed my dad several times, but he died suddenly so I needed to process it, and because it wasn’t a long illness, he looked like himself when I saw him.
Now however I’m wondering if I should see my mum, as they will be able to close her mouth and do her hair and put makeup on and she will look more like she would want to. But what if she looks grotesque with the makeup and it’s even worse?
Does anyone have any advice?

This is an old thread, I'm sorry. OP when my father died he had been looking skeletal and wild and not at all like himself for a month. He had Parkisons Dementia and died peacefully in his sleep and for over two years all I could see when I thought of him was that wild, skinny man who wasn't my father at all. He was the quintessential English gent and would have hated that he looked that way at the end. It haunted me for a long time, but now? It's been almost three years (at the end of January 2020) and now I can remember him how he was, hale and hearty and full of light. It will get better. So sorry for your loss.