May God bless her. It’s a good reminder to her fellow students that we are just visitors here, and that poor choices in life will get you here when you still look as young and pretty as she.
I have a dear friend who is a funeral director. (There are good ones out there - BUT, you have to plan ahead and just call from the first newspaper ad you see.) Don has a heart of gold and deals with people (who have often carried hateful and unresolved issues for half a century or more) at the lowest point in their lives. Bratty kids and relatives fighting over sh!t should be forcibly invited to join Grandma in the coffin.
My family has a history of confusing funeral directors. When we were working through my grandmother’s (she was a notorious penny pincher) arrangement that she’d pre-planned we were poking fun about how she stayed cheap right into the crematorium, then we saw the 100% plain no adornments urn she picked we just busted out laughing. Of course we’d all been making fun of her for that for decades, but the director was rather perplexed. We had some similar belly laughs for my grandfather but I don’t remember what got us going, we’re kind of the weird side of silver-lining folks.