Nobody does funerals and wakes like Paddy's. Would be going back to the 40s--50s my dad used to tell us a tale about the corpse being laid out in the open coffin on the table in the front parlour the night before the burial, everyone and anyone would call to pay their last respects. They obviously would partake in liquid refreshments and maybe play a little music, and the craic would begin. The story goes that when they came to closing the coffin lid on the morning of the funeral they noticed that someone had swapped shirts with the deceased.
