My dad died when I was 18 (22 now) and we knew it was coming because he was very ill, and also quite an old dad compared to my school mates. Me and my sis went to see him in the chapel of rest, and I'm glad I did it, but it was horrible. To never have seen a dead body before, to suddenly see your own dad in a suit you've never seen him in before and his hair combed differently... it was scary. As soon as I walked into the room it was like there was a waxwork in front of me. No breath, no movement, nothing... it was just a shell... and all I could think was 'my dads just been in a freezer, and now I've seen him, he's going back in the freezer'. When my nan died last year I couldn't go and see her in the chapel of rest (though I saw her in the hospital... I got there as soon as I could but she had already died, but I asked for the curtain to be closed so I couldn't see her face... and just sat and held my mums hand). Its made me value so much more in my life