I have carried two beloved pets to burial, wind-fluttered fur causing irrational hope which the dirt quashed.
My friend Greg wasn't embalmed or officially 'prepared.' His mouth sat slightly ajar as if he were about to speak. I spent hours in the room with his body and his people, until I knew in my body that he was no longer in his.
I saw my brother in a casket after he had been 'prepared' for viewing His mouth was sewn shut, eyes glued down. I rumpled his hair. He wouldn't be roused. I couldn't believe it. Still can't.