Interesting.....I thought that had stopped.
When I was 14yrs old, my grandad, who brought me up, died and he was left in the house until the funeral and I had to pass through the bedroom where he was lying to get to my bedroom. This scared the sh1t out of me and I would hurry past as quickly as possible. My auntie who was staying at our house also died and one of my tasks was to take people in to see her body........that scared me too.
A barbaric practice and hard on the survivors in my opinion.
I have instructed Mrs sqad to have "none of it"......keep me in the fridge until the funeral.