I found the anticipation about the funeral worse than the event. As funerals go, my Mum had a good one. Numbers were limited due to Covid so we opted for immediate family only. There were 9 of us but it was intimate and actually not all that sad. I don't think my dad, my sister, my brother or I shed a tear (my youngest brother an adult not a child sobbed like a baby, bless him!).
It would have been what mum wanted - barring the sobbing. Her favorite songs, a summary of her life and the things she loved and then off to toast her in my brothers garden. Was a beautiful autumnal day and I know Mum would have been happy with what we did.
The days leading up to it though. Fuck me, they were bleak days.
I choose the readings, wrote the eulogy and liased with the celebrant (with the blessing of my dad and 3 siblings) and we all knew the songs without discussion. We didn't go for traditionally sad, we played her faves and if I hear them now, I smile and sing along.
Sorry, I've gone off on a reverie there. Upshot is the funeral is probably the second hardest day you'll have but you get through that too. These early days are just a series of shit things, you don't want to do, but have to.