Time does not stop, of course. Not even at places we have arranged to process the chrysalis of true beings that we used to recognize them by. People like to believe in making memorials, but memories either persist on their own, or not at all.
Let me give you more data. Today we said the last goodbye to one good, proper, and much loved human being.
While the ritual was going on there were several earthquakes, some of pretty serious magnitude.
Need I say more? Of course not.
"For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one."