The great thing about funerals is that you get to see all the faces of the people who love you, and get reminded that all is not lost. Your world, although it seems to be over because your profoundly important aunt has died, is not. She is the one gone, and you are the one still here required to carry on without her. So a funeral helps you see that.
If there is no funeral, as is the case here, the rose from the garden of a friend, grown by her personally and descended from the roses planted by her mother-in-law, like my aunt, a master gardener herself, must suffice. The rose was delivered to my door in a vase with a note, and probably is the best rose I have ever received.