My Dad’s side of the family has the tradition of no funerals and people being cremated and stashed in a box in a garage. My Mom’s side had burials and funerals. Guess which side of the family was close and people actually liked each other and which was pretty full of dysfunction and hate. I’ll just spoil that - the side with the funerals is the hate side of the family. It’s almost like a big funeral is some kind of vengeance.
