My Grandmother passed away when I was about 14,15.  She had been suffering with dementia for some time before this, though I never really saw that until after she died. The time after the funeral was sad, of course, but also an opportunity for relief.  Finding the comedy in that time before she died, the silly little moments of forgetfulness. One which stands out is when she was entrusted with storing birthday chocolates for a friend at the hospice in her room.  She, of course, forgot and ate then over the course of the next week!