What is the point of an open casket?

When I first met Rick I’d only been to one funeral and it was a long time ago,when I was a kid. I barely remember it. He has a huge family so it seems like we’re going to funerals every other year, and they are always open casket. I catch sight of the body and everything in me just recoils in horror, but others don’t feel the same. I mean, yesterday the widow was casually standing next to the body, hand on the casket, greeting people and accepting condolences. The fact that she was standing next to a dead body, the dead body of her husband didn’t seem to faze her a bit. She even told my husband,“Doesn’t he look good?” I can’t handle it, and there isn’t a lot I can’t handle. All the way home I kept mumbling “I see dead people. I see dead people.”

I also can’t handle watching them drop a casket, with a dead human in it, 6 feet into a black hole.