More times than I can count.
Once when I was in my teens, one of my aunts died and it was snow and ice everywhere. It was an old country cemetery and the Herse got stuck. We had to walk the casket up the road, and hand it over a barbwire fence and cross a field to get to the grave site. Everyone else stayed in the cars, and all the pallbearers filled in the grave with shovels.
