My grandfather was laid out in his living room where his wake was held. One of my very young cousins said to me, "Granddaddy's chest isn't moving." I was a kid myself but it all seemed very solemn and natural. He was embalmed but my family were mountain folks who followed the old traditions. One of my aunts went through the house and covered all the mirrors so no one could look in them and see who would be the next to die.