Who's in the casket?

Ok...so this could be a post about "I am still so stressed out I could puke because I have to re-do a paper that took me all of July 4th to get done by tomorrow night", but I will share a funny story instead. So, our receptionist at work's mother recently passed away (not the funny part) and I thought that I would swing by the viewing tonight on my way home from work. I parked my car and stood in a long line outside the room for the viewing. Approximately 20 minutes of me playing on my phone passed before I got into the door. As I walked up to the room, I realized that a man's picture was sitting outside...checked the name...a (presumably man's) name...then I decided to peek around the corner at the family. The receptionist was nowhere to be found. I quickly discovered that I had attended a viewing to a man whom I had never met or knew nothing about. I quickly bee lined for the door (should I have stayed and offered my condolences?) and discovered later that the viewing was TOMORROW night. At least I tried...