When a funeral is over and you go back home, there is an unusual oddness that seems to permeate existance. It’s a sort of blank feeling mixed with a heavy heart and lack of direction. "Well, what am I supposed to do, now?’ can be an unspoken thought running its course throughout every other thought.
The Bible tells us that Joseph of Arimathea took the body of Jesus down from the cross, wrapped it with cloths and laid it in a tomb. The women who had come with Jesus out of Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid there. Then, "on the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment." What thoughts must have been in their minds as they returned home? Surely, they were exhausted and filled with tremendous grief. They obeyed the commandment. They rested.