My sister passed away in 2003 at 53 years old and we placed her favorite quilt over her casket. You could barely see the casket. It was wonderful but made me sob. Her daughter received the quilt afterwards. Her friends and I hurriedly made her a quilt when we found out she had cancer and had only 3 months to live. She didn't get to use it in her life, but was buried in her pajamas and slippers and the quilt we made her. We had an open viewing of her and she looked so comfy in her casket with her quilt we made her wrapped around her with love.