Thanks for this vonmoxie. I grew up in a very old extended family. I was an only child & the next youngest person to me was my mother. And she was middle age when I came along. I spent my entire youth going from one funeral to another as all of the relatives I was growing up with died off one-by-one. I don't know that I ever grieved for any of them. Back then, no one talked about such things as the grieving process. Death was just something inevitable that happened. You went to the wake. You went to the funeral. Sometimes there was a reception afterward. Then you went home & resumed doing whatever it was you were doing before. I've donated my body to the University of Minnesota Medical College.