Reminds me of a joke:
An elderly gentleman passes away, and his wife of 50 years goes to the funeral home to make arrangements. She says to the mortician, "Albert always looked so nice in a suit. Even though I don't have much money, I'd like him buried in a beautiful, Italian, double breasted suit."
The mortician assures her he would make it so, and she should come back the next day to check on the results. When she arrives and sees her husband, she cries, "Oh, no! That's not right, at all. Albert always wore blue suits, and that suit is grey. He just doesn't look himself in a grey suit."
The mortician, a consummate professional, said, "Not to worry, Ma'am. Give me fifteen minutes." True to his word, fifteen minutes later, he calls her back in and proudly shows her his work.
"Oh, that is perfect. What a beautiful blue suit! Albert looks so handsome. I hope the change wasn't too expensive."
"Not at all," said the mortician. "This morning, as luck would have it, another gentleman's body arrived wearing that exact blue suit. So, I switched the heads."