That's kinda' Scary

Yesterday, there was a funeral at church. We went, Ruth, Grandpa, and I, to pay our respects. The church was packed, yet, our pew, on the side toward the front, was available. As I was sitting down, Ruth said "That's kinda' scary". I looked at her and asked "What is?". She pointed to the chancel and said "There is a dead guy in church." Yes, open casket experience. It actually went well, considering. Ruth fell asleep on my lap before the first hymn was sung. She was not forced to approach the body, and not allowed to poke it with a stick. :)
Another little girl was at the funeral. At 3 years old, she was amazed there was a guy "sleeping in bed" at church. The only worry she had was when they went to close the casket and she pulled on her mother's arm. "Mama, aren't they going to wake him up before they put the bed away?" Her mom had to talk her way out of that one...