I lived opposite the local church as a child, and often our curtains would be closed for a funeral, and not reopened until after the wake. As a mischievous girl.of about 4 yrs, l hated being shut in the dark, and would often ask to go to bed for a snooze, but as soon as my mother had gone back down stairs l would sit on my bedroom windowledge and play with my toys, in full view of any passers by, and watch the funeral taking place at the church, but luckily not the burial as their was no churchyard. When my step mother passed away early last year, we were informed by a text message from her son in the early hours of the morning, there was no viewing allowed of her body until the afternoon before the funeral, and she remained at the hospital Mortuary up until then, until the undertakers collected her.