My wife knew a woman many years ago who was a god-fearing Salvation Army member, as were all her family. When her nan died, they went to the funeral (and I am not making this up) in a hired van. After the funeral there was a rush back to her house where everyone ran round with post-it notes, slapping them on items they wanted. The woman my wife knew came away with a fridge and a washing machine. The house was stripped bare. Someone even found her pension book and they went out, cashed that weeks pension and bought fish and chips all round!