It was a moment Justine McCarthy never forgot. Standing in the middle of her childhood kitchen all she could see was workers from the coffin factory lining the walls.  What does it mean to be dead, she remembers asking. When is my daddy coming back?  Her father, a hard-working Cork county councillor with a keen sense of justice, had just died. It was 1966 and he left behind a young widow, who never fully got over the shock of losing her husband, and four young daughters. Almost six decades later and details from this time still standout to McCarthy who…

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