My mother hated the idea of a blanket of flowers on a casket and we promised her we wouldn't do that. So we draped her casket with her first quilt, a king-size scrappy log cabin that included scraps from clothing she had made for my sisters and me in our childhood. She had made two matching throw pillows also. We took one pillow to the florist and had a matching bouquet made to go near the casket. The other pillow went with her in the casket.
At the service, people came up and stroked the quilt and told us what a good idea it was to use it on her casket. A couple of days later the pastor (who wrote a weekly column for the local paper) wrote a wonderful column about her and the quilt. She would have scoffed at the column but secretly loved it!!