Alan continues, "I was in my early 20's and I really wanted to get a souvenir, but I would have been mortified if the embalmer saw me do something like that. As the embalmer was washing his hands, I never took my eyes off of him, but I walked over to the trash, reached down and grabbed the falsies and put them in my pocket. When I got outside, I took the falsies out, some of the hair that had been thrown out earlier was squeezed between them. That's how I ended up with a lock of her hair." He still has it. I nearly cacked myself when he brought it out.