When my Aunt died the Vicar called round about the arrangements to find us all with tears streaming. but it was laughter, my mother talking when they were young girls. Some years later, in her final illness my mother had lost an enormous amount of weight, when she died we were sorting out clothes to take to the undertakers for the funeral and I held up a suit and said She liked this, to which my brother replied It's massive, it'll bury her. So I said Well, that'll do then! I'm sure I could hear her chuckle at that. It's often the laughter in the immediate times that gets up through, it's later that the tears come.