Have you ever been tired of chatting people up at a funeral parlor viewing, so you walk down the hall, and see who else is there? I mean walk into another viewing room, with no one inside but the poor open-casketed deceased. I do that from time to time. Walk up and have a peek. See what they look like. Hope they are elderly, not taken before their time.
I did that a couple of years ago, and looked at the name, then looked at the departed, and realized I knew her. She lived down the street when I was a child. She was old now (or had been), wizened. I had not seen her for 35 years.
I must confess that was a damned curious sensation.