one of the most touching moments of any funeral i've ever been to was when the burial & service was done, the trumpet player climbed to the highest spot of the cemetery and played a song by themselves. there was a fog and the sound echoed over the hills a little and it was all very haunting.
compared to that, this funeral today was very sad. barely anyone showed up (and tbh, if he hadn't been family, i'm not sure i would have made the time either - which makes me feel all sorts of awful).