Viewing embalmed bodies is something I don't understand. It's like the shell of a cicada or something.  It's pretty downright gross.  Count me out.  And going to a cemetery, standing by a grave remembering the person?  I think visiting a tree with a bio urn of a loved one underneath is much more inspiring.  Maybe someday a great, great grandchild of mine will carve my name into the trunk of the white pine I helped to grow. It's pretty romantic to think about.  :)