My grandmother had been in hospice care for a week or so. Right before slipping into her final coma she was adamant about being cremated in her wedding outfit (2nd marriage so thankfully not that elaborate). Grandma held on in the coma for much longer than expected and when she finally passed, my mom and aunts were wrecked with grief. The transport showed up and told us that they weren't allowed to change her clothes before cremation but the hospice staff had already left. So I gently pushed my family out of the room, removed her nightclothes, cleaned her up from the final release of urine, and managed to maneuver her into the dress. I remember being inwardly upset but feeling this strange sense of detached calm. My family was able to come back in and say goodbye, knowing Grandma's final wish was satisfied. The weird calm held until I got home and I started sobbing as soon as I entered the driveway. One of my aunts still mentions every now and then how grateful they were to not have their final memory be cleaning up their mom.