I remember receiving a selection of second hand shirts and sweaters from my mother without, in my innocence, considering their origin. It wasn't until some weeks later that I discovered, to my horror, that my windfall came as a result of someone's death - I was wearing dead man's clothes! I was talking to my partner about it when she told me about a relative who’d sold her dearly departed's complete wardrobe except for some items no-one wanted. She offered these to the rest of the family free. Imagine that - being told you were wearing dead people's clothes that weren't even good enough for a jumble sale. How traumatic would that be?