When I was ten years old, my great grandfather passed away.  His funeral was at a local funeral parlor where most of our family members had been laid out. I remember that it was a cold winter day.  My cousin Sally came in her small truck with her brand new baby boy asleep in his car seat.  She was so upset about grandpa that she got out of the car to hug us and accidentally locked her keys in the car.  She did not have breakdown cover and was frantic because the baby was in the car. We had to call the local fire department for help.  It was awful.