Yeah, I saw a family member who had skin cancer from radiation exposure (forgot how it happened since he was somewhat distant). Open casket funeral. His skin was really yellow and wrinkled (he was middle-aged at the time of his passing). I didn't really know how to comprehend it since I was quite young and barely knew the man. I only remember sitting next to my grandmother before the main processions and making a comment of how death was like being a hermit crab, as hermit crabs (the soul) find a new shell (the hereafter) after shedding their old one (the mortal coil). She reminds me of that comment often whenever the family member comes up in any conversation I have with her, since the little voice of my elementary-age self comforted her the most in the midst of mourning. Looking back into the faint image I have in my head of the corpse, his face at least looked tranquil, despite the clear, visible damage to the rest of his body.