I don’t really see how people get any positive feelings from such a funeral.
When my father died, my brother and I both went to the mortuary before the funeral and insisted on seeing the body. (Open caskets are not a Jewish custom.)
The morticians were extremely reluctant—there had been an autopsy, and he was cut open and etc., and they hadn’t prepared the body for viewing, yadda yadda yadda—but they eventually gave in.
I can’t speak for my brother, but for me there was a definite, and strong, release of emotional tension associated with seeing the body. I wouldn’t call it “positive,” exactly—I can’t imagine a positive experience at my father’s funeral—but I’m glad I did it.
Of course, none of that has anything to do with cryonics—we would have done exactly the same thing, with (I suspect) the same effect, had his brain been scooped out.
I’m not sure the effect would have been the same had his body been in a “cryocasket.” Maybe; maybe not.
Not that that’s a reason for him not to do it, either way.
When my father died, my brother and I both went to the mortuary before the funeral and insisted on seeing the body. (Open caskets are not a Jewish custom.)
The morticians were extremely reluctant—there had been an autopsy, and he was cut open and etc., and they hadn’t prepared the body for viewing, yadda yadda yadda—but they eventually gave in.
I can’t speak for my brother, but for me there was a definite, and strong, release of emotional tension associated with seeing the body. I wouldn’t call it “positive,” exactly—I can’t imagine a positive experience at my father’s funeral—but I’m glad I did it.
Of course, none of that has anything to do with cryonics—we would have done exactly the same thing, with (I suspect) the same effect, had his brain been scooped out.
I’m not sure the effect would have been the same had his body been in a “cryocasket.” Maybe; maybe not.
Not that that’s a reason for him not to do it, either way.