I come from a very small family, 3 grandparents died within 3 months, I could not attend church for 10 years, every time I heard an organ, it reminded me of the funerals and I started crying ...then, both of my parents died, spectacular in each way, mom died 1 week after her 62. birthday ( cancer) , my dad was found dead in his house, I usually called him every day, I didn't call him for 4 days cos I thought he was at his sisters place, when I found out, he wasn't, I called an aunt who lived 10 minutes away from his place, I totally freaked out when she didn't call for 3 hours (!) she found him in his favorite chair ( he thankfully had an easy death, I hope), called a doctor, they called the police ( if someone dies at home without a doctor present, foul play is suspected) so....
the only happy funeral I ever attended was when our neighbor died, I was friends with him, he had kidney cancer, and planed his whole funeral with his brother, while he was still alive, there were 2 "funerals" , one in the city, for mobile neighbors, with church service, trumpets playing while accompanying the coffin to the grave site, and afterwards warm lunch, the 2. one was held at a cafe in our village, I met many neighbors I had never talked to before ( that was his intention)