WTF!? There's no way I could fill one of these out. My first job was at 13, and the place is closed now, run by an old guy who retired and is probably dead now. Most of my after-school and summer time jobs are closed, or the business has moved suburbs. Even the university department I worked for during student years was shut down after my time.
Most of those above have numbers and addresses I don't know any more, and I haven't kept the old address books. Same for my old places of residence. God knows what my mother can remember or has kept address books of. The years around my birth were very chaotic, she moved a lot. I've moved around a bit myself. If I was estranged from my mother, instead of my father, I doubt I could answer any of the "mother" section. As it is she might be able to dig around for a sixth of the information.
The hospital I was born in? Closed, demolished, and a very fine shopping centre and office buildings built on the prime city block. My mother might be able to remember the name of her gynecologist when she had me, but not anyone else. He'd be dead now. All she's told me about my birth was that the nurses were nasty, and forced her to have a shower when she was in agony and couldn't cope with it. Also, she had to fight them to get them to leave me in the room with her during her stay, because it was still the bad old days of mid-20th century medicine.
Any religious ceremony for my birth likely involved some pagan rite with lots of drugs and group sex.
I don't think that reverance or respect for the dead needs the dead to be hidden from sight completely. It is the attitude that you bring, as a witness to a dead body, that matters, not the display and witnessing of a dead body, per se.