Matthew 27:57-61. “When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus’ disciple: He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered. And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed. And there was Mary Magdalene, and the other Mary, sitting over against the sepulchre.”
When it was determined that Jesus was indeed dead, Joseph of Arimathea went to Pilate for permission to take care of His body. He had prepared ahead of time for his own burial, and decided to use his own tomb for Jesus.
I can only imagine with what care and sorrow the body was removed from the cross. The normal procedure then would have been to clean the body, washing away the blood and flesh that had been torn in the scourging. His body was likely anointed with preserving oils before it was wrapped in the clean linen that had been provided.
What a somber procession as His body was carried to the tomb. Again, using my imagination, it seems to me this procession would have been made in complete silence. The crowds had dispersed by then; the show was over. Night was falling, and as the people left for their homes and their own meals and beds, Jesus was taken to the tomb where His body would lie. . . . . .for a little while. Just for a little while.