My father (Irish Catholic) keeps telling me that at his wake (when he dies), he wants to be propped up in a comfy chair with a glass of red wine in his hand.

All the Irish (and, for that matter, Polish) Catholic wakes have been loud, full of laughter, and very little bits of crying. Then at the funeral everybody cries loudly, then laughs loudly during the eulogy.

It's an interesting experience for someone raised Irish/Polish Catholic who has turned an unbeliever.