When we got her dressed in this chartreuse Pucci gown, (she still looked terrible, her face was still a mess), Mrs. Hamrock who owned half of the mortuary, just had to come out to the mortuary to see Marilyn. We had just finished dressing Marilyn, Mrs. Hamrock walked into the embalming room and looked at the body and said, "That doesn't look like Marilyn to me! Where are her breasts?" The embalmer said that an autopsy was performed on her, and that's why she was flat. We even used the falsies that the family brought in, but they were way too small. Mrs. Hamrock reached in and grabbed the falsies and threw them in the trash can. We'd put a bra on her because they brought in a bra, not panties. Mrs. Hamrock walked over to the cotton dispenser (most mortuaries have them) and she began stuffing the bra so it was all filled up like it should be. She backed up and took a look, she said, "That looks like Marilyn Monroe," and she turned around and walked out the door.