Of course to nasty thing to have happened, and it's not funny funny. But there is tradition of graveyard humour which incorporates this kind of thing in time. People joke about Sweeney Todd, sing Rickety-Tickety-Tin with gusto. That's fiction, but real life is incorporated too - "Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her mother twenty whacks..."

I suppose it's a way of dealing with horror.

At leasat in this case there's no suggestion thta anyone was murdered, so far as I have seen.

Here is the piece about it in today's Guardian (England), which bears reading.

One point in it that brought me up short, questioning whether it is really true, was this:

"This is not like a British crematorium, where a clergyman holds a service then the coffin disappears behind a discreet blue curtain.

"The Marshes dealt only with funeral homes. And the frequent pattern with cremations in the US is for the body to be taken away before the service. The relatives see nothing until they receive an urn a few days later. No wonder the Marshes got away with it for years. No one wanted to know what was happening, least of all those grieving. For them, death is often sanitised into a visit to a funeral parlour, decorated in chintz and fake walnut like a country house hotel.

"The experience of a funeral without the upsetting presence of a corpse has become increasingly popular"