This is exactly my thought. My grandma’s funeral gives me time to get my life together before my final appointment comes. Her death revealed a messy life. She has spent her entire life attempting to make up for her inadequacies. She was evil and her deeds are now known to all. Her funeral wasn’t sad. Not many cried to including her children.
It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever experienced. She is dead, I don’t have to talk to any of those people again. One good thing came from it though. My dad now knows his mother used him in life and in death as her clean up person. He is angry and now he understands how we feel. I’m happy about that.