Interesting subject. About two years ago, my older brothers best buddy died. At the service, my bro was pretty broken up, so I sorta stood in for him. It was a service in a funeral chapel, not a church. After the euligies, the son of the deceased walked to the open casket and placed a bottle of scotch in the arms of his Father. He then invited us up to share a final drink. No one moved, so I stood up and walked up to the casket, took the bottle, opened it, gave a toast and took a swig. Then one by one, others came up and did the same, including finally my bro. It was a very moving and fitting farewell ... and I HATE scorch!. CHEERS, Bob