I was about 10 years old when my Great Grandfather died. It was a small town and we packed into the house for the funeral. My little brother and me had to sleep in the bed that he died in. My Mom said something similar to “get over it’.
Long as they changed the sheets . . . < g >
I have a bunch of old furniture from family -- I mean Civil War era stuff. Would not be at ALL surprised if somebody died in it.
But so what? The Cross of Christ between me and all harm.
My grandfather died in a house that my wife and I later lived in for a while. One day a cousin was visiting, and I happened to remark "Yeah, he died sitting in his easy chair with the ballgame on. In this room, as a matter of fact. We found him in the morning. The chair was right there." I pointed at where my cousin was sitting, next to the fireplace.
"I could have gone all night without you saying that," he said.
Eh. Pappy went on to his eternal reward. I'd be surprised if he showed back up (to say the least), but if he did, we'd just set another place at the table.