About three years ago, my great-aunt Clara died. It was right before Christmas and the funeral was scheduled for the same day as my husband's company Christmas party.

At the time, my husband was working for a company a few hours away from our home, so he really wanted to go to that party so he could get his Christmas bonus that day and not wait to recieve it in the mail the next week.



We decided to go to the visitation the night before the funeral and skip the funeral itself. The only problem was there was more than one visitation at that funeral home that night. My husband and I walked in behind one of my aunts and we just followed her. We later found out that she was going to the bathroom.



When we turned a corner she was gone so we just guessed which room to go into. We were led by the funeral home guy to the guest book to sign it. The whole time my husband was asking if I recognized anyone in the whole room. Well, I didn't but I just thought it was friends of hers that I didn't know. I signed my name and my husbands (with ink) and went to go view the body.



And there was an old man lying in the casket! How can you tactfully say "Oops! Wrong body!" and leave the room? I was so embarrassed and my husband was just no help at all, laughing like he was. It may not have been so bad if we hadn't signed their guest book.