It’s not to say that I don’t enjoy a decent funeral myself from time to time. We all do, I imagine. It’s a place to catch up with old friends (aside from one), see how others have aged (normally not so well) and note with exaggerated horror the absenteeism.
This is particularly true if the departed was deep into her nineties and had been removed from society years prior as a result of her acerbic tongue and disdain for personal hygiene - much like Prince Philip has been (personal hygiene aside).
And if the weather is pleasant, well all the better.