There is a very good and obvious reason why funerals in countries rather warmer than the UK, have traditionally been carried out very quickly.
On a black comedy note, shortly after they bought their house in France, my brother and SiL were invited for drinks to a neighbour's house in their hamlet.
At least, they thought it was for drinks! Once inside they were confronted by an open coffin on the dining table, with the woman's newly deceased husband lying peacefully inside.
Brother and Sil spoke pretty good French, so how the misunderstanding happened we will never know. The neighbour was a funny old thing who used to drive one of those funny little 'cars' you didn't then need a licence for.
I'm afraid to say that after that, my brother (who would invariably have been kind and charming to her in person) referred to her as The Widow Twanky.