Yeh I’m from that ethic group too. When my great uncle Joe died it took my Dad three days to recover from the wake. When my Dad died we all stood around him at the wake and toasted him with shots of Black Bush. My best friends mother tried to pull her Aunt out of the casket. :-)
I remember my mother telling me that her father, who died when she was 7 years old, was laid out in their living room! Interesting how these funereal rites change over time.