Mrs and I went to a friend’s house where the husband/father was dying. When we arrived he’d been dead for a few minutes. Two girls and a young man were working most professionally, uncoupling his urine bag etc. I thought they might have been off-duty nurses but they were, in fact, his children. Most admirable work in distressing circumstances. Our community ‘undertakers’ arrived. Unfortunately, none of the external doorways were wide enough to admit the refrigeration unit. By this time the flies were swarming and father had to be covered with blankets. Builders working on the house next door agreed to assist. At that point we left. Mrs has since been measuring our doorways. Anyone with similar experience?