The Corona Funeral for the Wrong Man


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Moshe Grunwald lived a full and long life. A scion of the Pupa Chassidic dynasty, he survived Auschwitz and the Nazi death marches, rebuilding his family and his life in America.

A longtime resident of Brooklyn, N.Y., he passed away this week as dozens were felled by the coronavirus. The family was told that the funeral would be at 10 a.m. sharp. Only a small group was allowed to attend, and the entire proceeding would be brief, consisting of a few Psalms and the Keil Maleh Rachamim.

Following tradition, but standing apart from each other, the mourners approached the casket and asked their beloved patriarch to forgive them for anything they may have done to slight him. After Psalms were said and the truncated service was about to end, a flustered undertaker approached the casket and took a good look.

“I’m sorry,” he told the shocked family. “We took out the wrong casket. Please wait while I return this casket and bring out Mr. Grunwald.”

The family exited the funeral home in shock and waited in their cars until it was time to begin the funeral … again!

“I have to admit I was so upset that this had happened to my Zaidy,” wrote his granddaughter, Chaya Maimon, on Facebook. “The man who was loved by all. Who deserved so much kavod, who had to die alone due to a pandemic, who had to have this embarrassment of a funeral, who couldn’t have a fitting burial or shiva. This was the final insult. I was so upset, I started to laugh and cry simultaneously. I couldn’t believe I was living in a time where there are so many bodies that they mixed them up.”

Then she learned the rest of the story.

The person whom the Grunwald clan had accidentally mourned was a meit mitzvah (a person who leaves no family to care for his or her funeral, whose burial is then a communal obligation).

He had died alone in his apartment and was only found four days later. He was to be buried with no fanfare with no one to mourn the end of his life.

Through a Divinely orchestrated twist of fate, he ended up with a beautiful funeral and a minyan—something under normal circumstances he would not have had.

“And then I remember my zaidy,” wrote Maimon. “My zaidy was always honored, but he ran and hid from it; he never wanted the spotlight. My cousin posted that we would send people to follow him into chuppah to make sure that if they would honor him with reciting a blessing, he’d be there … he always thought there was someone greater than him who deserved the honor.

“Well, Zaidy, as usual, got the last laugh. We couldn’t chase him to the front of the funeral home. Even in death, he gave his kavod for someone else.



  1. Amazing Hasgocha protis. At a time like this, it’s always good to say as many such stories as possible. A number of years ago my family flew and drove for a yahrzeit of a family member buried in Detroit MI. While we waiting in the bais hachayim for about 20 minutes for a family member to show up “in one minute”, we saw on the other side of the cemetery a hearse pull up. We saw there was no minyon so we went over to see if we could help make a minyon for Kadish. It turned the three family members couldn’t even read Hebrew, but their elderly father was zoche to have a minyon at his burial because we were waiting for “one minute”.

  2. I can count on one hand (if that), how many people besides Mr Moshe Grunwald, that I consider the most genuinely refined tactful sweet good-hearted smart and role model type people in the world. He was Superman in the refinement department. What a man!

  3. Such a remarkable story ….. Rav Grunwald was an obvious tzaddik sharing his levaya with this man … and for HaShem for orchestrating it all ….. a truly beautiful story ….