Around the time that the (then) wife or ex wife of the heir to the throne was killed and a funeral with incredible pomp was held, I helped a neighbour whose father had died.
A retired Squadron Leader.
He had been proud of his service, and I tried to organise some sort of RAF presence at his crematorium attendance. There was no shortage of RAF units in Norfolk at the time, but the best I was offered was a contingent from the Air Cadets.
They turned up 20 minutes after the commital. The next service was by then in progress.
At least his cap, epaulettes and medals were on the coffin, and civilian friends and neighbours had given suitably warm sending off remarks.
I was not impressed by the force's treatment of a loyal officer.