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The only time I've been in an embalming room was when a neighbor of ours was buying a used Chevette from a funeral home which the deceased person probably had no heir to give the car to....
I sat in the front seat as she drove it around in the vast and surprisingly empty parking lot, (with the sound of a "Rod knocking" coming through one the right rear quarter panel, and it had such a tiny glove box I briefly opened) as there were supposedly no services at that time, that day, and got a first hand look at what that funeral home was like before low and behold there would afterwards funerals of people thereI had attended...
So my mom told me how the embalming procedure operates, and even told me long ago the undertaker as was termed back then before ofwhich we refer to as funeral director all the time I'd been alive actually comes to your house and embalms the dead right in your living room...
I simultaneously was also surprised that this being a Jewish funeral home even had an embalming room, as I learned Jews don't embalm the bodies...
Well, the young lass replacing her 1970 2-door Chevy Nova which replaced a 1960's Ford station wagon that was her first car which we had fun putting wood-grained contact paper on, didn't buy it, she settled for a former-teacher's Plymouth Volaré then getting her father's slightly olderAMC Hornet station wagon, before a sickly green Ford LTD II wagon came after that, and luckily to save us from derailing our topic even further, forgot everything else!
--Dave