Only a Mortician Thinks About…

I imagine every career set has little details that only professionals in that field ever really consider. I bet cosmetic surgeons look at everyone and consider how they might “fix” them, or how to replicate them. Stoneworkers and masons look at every stone job they see with a critical eye. Was that job done right? Maybe a certain stone should have gone somewhere else.

I’m still green in the mortuary business. I’ve been at it nearly a year now. But sometimes my own thoughts as a newbie make me laugh, and make me wonder. Well here are some of the lovely little thoughts that go through a funeral director’s mind throughout a given day:

“I wish I was doing that celebrity funeral.” When Nancy Reagan passed recently I was fascinated by her funeral. A friend asked me if I was experienced enough to handle such a big event as that. Honestly I don’t know, but I sure would like to try, or I would have liked to help. Then sometimes I think of other funerals in the past, before I was an FD, and consider what those FD’s did to put them together. Imagine what I would do with a Michael Jackson funeral! I would really like to do Alice Cooper when the time comes. Should Vince ever read this (Alice’s real name) I hope he gives me a preneed, because I’ve been a lifelong fan.

“I wish I was licensed in a different state, to help a special someone.” This one hit me hard with the death of my father. He lived in New York. I am licensed in California. There was nothing I could do to help other than offer to help with the paperwork etc.. When a family member dies I feel helpless, we probably all do. But to have the skill set to assist my mom with dad’s arrangements, and not be able to execute any of them, with the care and perfection that I hope the NY mortuary Wattengel Funeral Home, used… well that’s a whole different level of helplessness.

“That person is going to be hard to handle.”  It’s not a weight thing, though weight plays into it for sure! Some folks are just built differently or have handicaps that make it difficult to provide aftercare. At the Las Vegas airport last year I sat confounded, watching a double amputee male who was quite robust. When the time comes (and it will for all of us) the funeral home he chooses will have some real difficulties picking him up, transporting him, he may even need a custom casket. My mind wanders to questions like “Should our funeral home charge more for truly difficult removals? Would that be ethical? Do they even make caskets that would fit him?” Well, with the caskets anyhow, the answer is yes. Custom caskets are very much available in all sorts of sizes and weights.

“How does she do her makeup/hair like that?”  Care and preparation of a body for a funeral service is one of my favorite parts of my job. It’s hard to describe, but if you’ve ever helped a bride or groom get ready for their big special day, it’s a lot like that. All eyes will be on the person you’re preparing. Everything needs to be just right. This may be how many family members remember your case. It will certainly be how everyone judges your service as a funeral director… Sometimes it’s HARD AS HECK to get a lady’s hair just right.

There are other details too. Some less printable. We think about smells a lot. Pacemakers. Bionic knees and ankles. Organ donation.

But that’s the gist of it.



Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa

Someone has been a very naughty funeral director and blogger! Mea Culpa! Well not naughty, not really. Just incredibly busy and I feel I owe the Interweb an apology and explanation.

So here’s the apology, I am genuinely sorry it’s been six months since my last post.

And the explanation: it’s several explanations really. It begins with my father being diagnosed with prostate cancer, then renal/kidney cancer, then brain cancer, and passing away finally with lung cancer. I’ll probably put together a blog about that when I can. It was fast and furious and at least I got to return to lovely Western NY twice to be with him. Dad was a private person but I don’t think he would mind me telling that story.

To that we’ll add emergency surgery on my gall bladder (that will deserve a whole blog post for SURE!) Lucky I lived through that adventure… 10 days in the hospital, a magical time.

Next we’ll add the fact that my competition got shut down by the state, which is a shocking story, and it also deserves it’s own post. Naturally that means we got a little busier at the funeral home, while my dad is dying and I’m laying in the hospital myself of course.

Lastly the family went ahead and purchased the competition’s old funeral establishment. Which naturally needed some remodeling and then moving and so on, a state inspection to open,  as well as notifying every single pre-need on file that we have their information safe an sound, then add a little marketing on top of that to make sure the community understands what’s going on.

WHEW! If you’re in the funeral business you know that when it rains it pours; feast or famine we say.

So I PROMISE to be a better blogger; life’s deaths, discoveries, dreams and all that good stuff for you.  Mea Culpa!!