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10 Things People Hate about Funerals

I motioned to where he should park his car in the funeral’s procession line.  He threw it in park.  Got out, straightened his tie, looked me in the eye and said, “I hate these thing.”  I get told a variation of that line at least once a month.  People don’t like funerals.

Here’s ten reasons why:

The Etiquette Questions.

Death is kind of like puberty.  Sure, we know it’s coming.  But no matter how much we’ve studied it in middle school and how much our parents have jokingly told us “it’s coming”, nothing can prepare us for the questions and awkwardness of it’s arrival.

And so when a funeral comes our way, so do a hundred questions:

Do I go to my co-worker’s mother’s funeral?

Do I bring my kids?

Do I send a card?

Can I pull out my phone and play Angry Birds during the funeral service?


The Inconvenience.

Death acts like a god.  It doesn’t care about your schedule.  It doesn’t care that you have a major interview for a new job, or that you’re on vacation.  It does what it’s suppose to do whenever the hell it wants to do it.

And funerals are the same way.  They’re scheduled at the weirdest times … like 11 AM on Tuesday morning, when you were supposed to have your much needed spa treatment.  And right in the middle of the college football game that you really, really wanted to watch.

The dress code.

You open up your wardrobe and you see sweatpants, a really short sundress, a couple t-shirts and khakis.  But churchy dress clothes?  Who dresses like that anymore?

So you think to yourself: Should I go out and buy a suit?  Or should I just go to a funeral in a dress shirt/sundress, tie and bluejeans?   You don’t want to overdress (or you’ll look like the funeral director) and you don’t want to underdress ’cause that’s just disrespectful.  You look through your closet a little more and there in the back is your old prom dress … and the thought crosses your mind … “nah.”

What to say when you’re in the viewing line.

You jump into the viewing line.  And you see one of your friends a couple spots up.  You’re uncomfortable.  She’s uncomfortable.  You start talking about things … anything but the obvious.  Before you know it your forget you’re at a funeral and you start laughing about some random poop story she’s telling.  Like hysterically laughing.  Then you look up and the rest of the viewing line is throwing some heavy Michelle Obama shade right at you.

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The Body.

Oh Gawd.  The body.  The dead body.  It’s a dead body.  And I don’t even know this dead body.  “I hate funerals”, you tell yourself.

The viewing.

Now that you’re right in front of the body you have this strange desire to touch it.  You want to touch the hands, the face … something.  And you remember, “It’s called a viewing … just look.  It’s not called a touching.”  So you keep your hands firmly planted at your side, hoping your hands don’t evolve a mind of their own and reach out and grab the deceased.

What to say to the family.


To Hug or Not to Hug

Maybe you know the son of the deceased … or maybe you just knew the deceased and not the rest of the family.  But, there’s like 20 people in the receiving line … brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles and aunts.  And you … you don’t know any of them.

Do I just hug everyone in the receiving line?  Do I express my condolences to everyone; or do I just walk by and nod my head.  And then there’s always that one person in the receiving line who likes to hug everyone that comes by.  And when they do hug, it’s ten seconds too long and it’s sweaty and it’s weird.

So.  Much.  TOUCHING!

The Funeral Service.

The funniest things come to mind during a funeral.  Really, they aren’t THAT funny, but because the funeral service is so solemn (and yes, at times boring), everything becomes sort of funny.  So you bit your cheeks.  Harder.  It hurts now.

Existential Crisis.

After the whole depressing, horrible thing is finished, you realize, “OMG, I’M GOING TO DIE.”  One day that will be me and that will be MY funeral service.  Up until that point, you thought you were immortal.  And now … gawd I hate funerals.



Speaking of Dead Moms…

Today’s guest post is written by Sara LeeAnn Pryde.


Sara with her late Mother.


“Speaking of dead moms…” As if one can delicately work that into polite conversation. Which is why today is so impossible. Every year on January 29th – what would have been my mother’s birthday – my sisters and I wake up to our lives and feel numb. Angry. Empty. Anguished. And inconvenienced at having to pretend it’s just another day. And yet, it is. That’s the added insult to the injury of death, isn’t it? That the world should continue on when we can’t possibly?

For weeks leading up to our mother’s would-be-birthday, we dream of her. A dim, golden-haired waif whose face we can either recall with perfect clarity or never quite make out; so, we wake up on the 29th bloody tired, sometimes wishing we hadn’t, wishing we could stay beside her awhile longer.

I brew a pot of coffee, thick as mud, and trip over my accursed cats. How can they think of food today? Some 1200 miles away in California, my sister Brynn begrudgingly slaps the snooze button and buries her head. Not far south in a neighboring city, our sister Chelsie lifts her chunky, blue-eyed infant from the crib and feels her own burn with unshed tears. Ocean eyes, like our mother’s.

The clock is running and daily life proceeds as usual, but we three are frozen in time. We are thinking of our mom. We may want to talk about her, to say her name aloud… but our significant others have never met her, don’t remember what today is, or at least not what it means to us. We may want to hide from it altogether, and are grateful our friends and co-workers are as clueless as the bank teller or grocery clerk.


I sit down to write a tribute to my mother that will do my sisters proud, but I can’t find the words. How can I tell who she was to me? How can I tell why my own identity have splintered in her absence? How can I tell that losing her was more than just a tragic accident? How, especially when we haven’t reconciled that it was an accident at all? How can I breathe to life what is, some days, such a damn, diaphanous mystery?

I can’t.

Cindy was… Our mom was… magic. All smoke and mirrors and sparkle and magic.
And one day she just disappeared for real.

I gave up my memoir and went out instead to buy a bulk-sized bag of Jelly Belly Jelly Beans. They were mom’s favorites – especially the black licorice flavored. She and I would always fight over the licorice ones. The grocery clerk didn’t ask about my dead mom. He asked me about snowfall and if I’d had a pleasant new years’. I resisted the urge to punch him and cried in the car.

Back at home, I rummaged through my kitchen cabinets and art supplies and crafted a ridiculously cheerful Jelly Belly centerpiece on the dining table. Then I ate every single black jelly bean in memory of her.

Sometimes speaking of death isn’t necessary, and sometimes sharing it isn’t possible. We do as we do to get through. We eat the black jelly beans.


About the author: Sara LeeAnn Pryde is an enigma wrapped in a question mark behind a coat of winged eyeliner. She’s moonlighted as a massage therapist, optometric assistant, erotica photographer, small business owner and social media manager, but if you ask what she does for a living, she’ll laugh and ask you if that’s the most interesting question you can come up with.

Common Funeral Myths

Today’s guest post is from Funeral Consumers Alliance:

1.  Embalming is required by law. Embalming is NEVER required for the first 24 hours. In many states, it’s not required at all under any circumstances. Refrigeration is almost always an alternative to embalming if there will be a delay before final disposition.

2.  Embalming protects the public health. There is NO public health purpose served by embalming. In fact, the embalming process may create a health hazard by exposing embalmers to disease and toxic chemicals. In many cases, disease can still be found in an embalmed body. A dead body is less of a threat to public health than a live one that is still coughing and breathing.

3.  An embalmed body will last like the “beautiful memory picture” forever. Mortuary-type embalming is meant to hold the body only for a week or so. Ultimately, the body will decompose, even if it has been embalmed. Temperature and climate are more influential factors affecting the rate of decomposition.

4.  Viewing is necessary for “closure” after a death. When the death has been anticipated, family members have already started their “good-byes.” There is relatively little need to see the body to accept the reality of death. In fact, according to a 1990 Wirthlin study commissioned by the funeral industry, 32% of those interviewed found the viewing experience an unpleasant one for various reasons.

5.  “Protective” caskets help to preserve the body. While gasketed caskets may keep out air, water, and other outside elements for a while, the body will decompose regardless. In fact, a gasketed or “sealer” casket interferes with the natural dehydration that would otherwise occur. Fluids are released from the body as it begins to decompose, and the casket is likely to rust out from the inside.

6.  “Protective” or sealed vaults help to preserve the body. Nothing the traditional funeral industry sells will preserve the body forever. If there is a flood, however, such vaults have popped out of the ground and floated away. (Mass graves after the plague in England were ultimately found to be without health problems, according to the 1995 British health journal Communicable Disease Report. Burial in containers, however, often kept the disease “encapsulated.”)

7.  Coffin vaults are required by law. NO state has a law requiring burial vaults. Most cemeteries, however, do have such regulations because the vault keeps the grave from sinking in after decomposition of the body and casket, reducing maintenance for the cemetery workers. Grave liners are usually less expensive than vaults. New York state forbids cemeteries from requiring vaults or liners, in deference to religious traditions that require burial directly in the earth. Those who have started “green” burial grounds do not permit vaults or metal caskets.

8.  Vaults are required for the interment of cremated remains. Alas, with the increasing cremation rate, many cemeteries are making this claim, no doubt to generate more income. There is no similar safety reason as claimed for using a casket vault. Any cemetery trying to force such a purchase should be reported to the Federal Trade Commission for unfair marketing practices: 877-FTC-HELP.

9.  What is left after the cremation process are ashes. When people think of “ashes” they envision what you’d find in the fireplace or what’s left over after a campfire. However, what remains after the cremation process are bone fragments, like broken seashells. These are pulverized to a small dimension, not unlike aquarium gravel.

10.  Cremated remains must be placed in an urn and interred in a cemetery lot or niche. There is no reason you can’t keep the cremated remains in the cardboard or plastic box that comes from the crematory. In ALL states it is legal to scatter or bury cremated remains on private property (with the land-owner’s permission). Cremation is considered “final disposition” because there is no longer any health hazard. There are no “cremains police” checking on what you do with cremated remains.

11.  It is a good idea to prepay for a funeral, to lock in prices. Funeral directors selling preneed funerals expect the interest on your money to pay for any increase in prices. They wouldn’t let you prepay unless there was some benefit for the funeral home, such as capturing more market share or being allowed to pocket some of your money now. Prepaid funeral money is NOT well-protected against embezzlement in most states. Furthermore, if you were to move, die while traveling, or simply change your mind—from body burial to cremation, perhaps—you may not get all your money back or transferred to a new funeral home. The interest on your money, in a pay-on-death account at your own bank, should keep up with inflation and will let you stay in control. Please note: We’re seeing more low-cost, low-overhead funeral operations opening up, so prices may go down in the future in areas with open price competition.

12.  With a preneed contract, I took care of everything. There are over 20 items found on many final funeral bills that cannot be included in a preneed contract because these items are purchased from third parties and cannot be calculated prior to death. Extra charges after an autopsy, clergy honoraria, obituary notices, flowers, the crematory fee or grave opening are typical examples. All such items will be paid for by the decedent’s estate or family, in addition to what has already been paid for in the preneed contract.

13.  Insurance is a good way to pay for a funeral. Interest accrued by an insurance policy may be outpaced by funeral inflation and is generally less than what is earned by money in a trust. When a funeral is paid for with funeral insurance, either the funeral director will absorb the loss (and many reluctantly do)—OR figure out a way for your survivors to pay a little more: “The casket your mother picked out is no longer available. You’ll have to pick out a new one, and the price has gone up.” If what you have is life insurance, not funeral insurance, it may be considered an asset when applying for Medicaid. In that case, you’ll have to cash it in, getting pennies on the dollar. The same may be true if you’re making time payments on your funeral insurance, and, in hard times, you decide to stop making payments. In fact, the company may be able to keep everything you paid, as “liquidated damages.”

14.  If you have a Living Will you won’t linger on with a lot of feeding tubes and extraordinary measures. One of the findings from a major study supported by the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation was that hospitals often fail to comply with Living Wills. The Living Will is more likely to be honored when there is an aggressive family member to intercede, especially if that person also has a Durable Power of Attorney for Health Care.

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Funeral Consumers Alliance is a nonprofit organization dedicated to protecting a consumer’s right to choose a meaningful, dignified, affordable funeral.

You can visit their website HERE.

To Bury a Father

 This post is by photographer KIMMO METSÄRANTA.  It is used with Kimmo’s expressed permission.


My grandfather died in the spring of 2014. It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. During the last two years he didn’t respond a lot, he wasn’t present. I don’t know if he thought about dying, was he expecting it, afraid of it. I don’t think so. He was 87 years when he died.


My sister and I prepared him for his coffin with the mortician. We dressed him into his best suit, combed his hair. It felt like a last favour for him. Maybe I was trying to compensate the fact that I visited him far too seldom. I don’t have a clear conscience about that.

Most people in Finland don’t know that you can go dress the deceased. And if they did they probably wouldn’t do it. Death is still a taboo. You are not supposed to talk about it, little alone to show pictures about it. I don’t know why this is. Maybe we don’t want to be reminded of the fact that none of us is immortal.

My grandfather and I were not close for many years due to the fact that he and my grandmother lived far away. Only after he ́s condition started to deteriorate did I make more effort to visit them. The visits were not easy. He didn’t have his hearing anymore and my grandmother had no short term memory. She would ask the same questions again and again and he would sit in the table and smile, not knowing what we were talking about. But he seemed pleased that he still recognised me.


The moment of preparing my grandfather was beautiful. Time seemed to come to a halt. There was no hurry, nothing outside the present moment. All the memories felt stronger, more concrete. During the years I had photographer him on many occasions, he always had this amazing feeling of presence. This was our last shoot together although in some sense he was no longer here. Merely a shell was left. I took photos for a few minutes, then I closed the coffin with the mortician. That was that. The last time I saw him.

Later as I watch the pictures he seems to be at ease. And there still is that sense of presence. In some way I feel a lot closer to him now than I did before.
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“I’m a funeral director because I love to serve”

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I was pissed.  Profanity spewing pissed.

It was late in the evening and I was working on my final which was due the next day (yes, I’m still in school because I’m a nerd).  The combination of the busy holiday and a busy work schedule had caused me to wait to the final hours to finish my finals essay.  I had gotten home late, working a couple hours longer than my coworkers and then my phone rang at around 10 PM.  “Certainly, it can’t be a death call,” I thought.  “Everyone knows I’m finishing my final tonight.”

“Caleb, we have a death call and I need you to go on it” my grandfather said.

“Can’t anyone else go?  I’m working on my essay that’s due in a couple hours.”

“Nobody else is picking up their phone.”

My countenance was a walking curse word as I knew this death call would put me right up against my deadline.  And my paper was still unfinished.  I had worked so hard on this essay and dreaded the thought of turning in an unfinished product because “nobody else is picking up their phone.”

I threw on my suit, stomped out the door and loaded up the pick-up van.

I walked into the nursing home and the nurse led me back to the deceased’s room.


When funeral directors are asked: “Why do you do it?  Why do you work in such a depressing business?” we seem to always reply “Because I like helping people.”  “I’m here to serve.”  Or another of the nearly couple dozen variations that come mindlessly out of the mouths of morticians.

It’s the most common reason funeral students and funeral directors give as to “why” they’re in the business.  It’s so common it’s almost like a Catholic catechism recital.  And after you’ve heard it a couple hundred times, it loses its meaning and becomes as stale as an overused joke.  At times, it makes you think funeral students and funeral directors are programmed clones as they spout off the mantra they’ve been given by the mother ship.

For the skeptical observer, it seems like a platitude at best.  “A remark or statement, especially one with a moral content, that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful.”  At worst, it’s a lie that’s told by profiteering funeral directors to make their chosen profession seem like the white knight, rescuing humanity from the throes of death confrontation.

It’s a lot like the phrase, “I love you.”  To borrow some lines from the esteemed poet “Snow Patrol”,

Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough.


I, carting my stretcher behind me, opened the door to find the room full.  The sons and daughters of the deceased were circled around their dead mother’s death bed.  It was the same scene I’ve seen played time and time again.  And like a great movie, or a good book, it swept me into the narrative yet again.

“Caleb.”   One of the daughters called my name and walked over and gave me a hug.  Within the next couple minutes I found myself being embraced by all the deceased’s children.  Not the half hug, where one arm is draped around the shoulders of the recipient.  No, they were hugging me with the full on, both arms, body to body hug.

Like I do on all death calls, I gave the family the option to help me transfer the body from the bed to my stretcher.

They joined.

All together.

A final act.

Driving home, I remember that I have an essay due in a couple hours, but everything has been brought into perspective.  Death does that.  It provides perspective. As I drove I thought about how only an hour ago I was a “walking curse word” and now I’ve been converted into something serene.


This business has a way of making us realize — to borrow another cliche — that it’s “not all about me”.  There’s bigger things than me.  There’s larger narratives than mine.  And it inspires this desire to … here it comes … it inspires this desire to serve those in need.

See, cliches are only empty when they haven’t been filled with meaning.  Death does that too. Sure, death is surrounded by yearbook-esque cliches like “He was a good man”, “I loved her”, “she was the best mother in the world” and then death takes those cliches and fills the perceived emptiness with meaning.

So when you see a son giving his father’s eulogy and the son is blabbing on about how his dead dad was “the best”, the words are more real than Shakespeare.

And when you hear a funeral director say that they’re in the business because they love serving people those words — as cliche as they may sound — are full.

This perspective is why I continue to be a funeral director.  To answer the question, it’s why I stay in such a depressing business.  I’m selfish by nature, perhaps most of us are; but when I see death and when I see grief it reminds me that there’s more to this world than me.  Death can inspire service.  In my case, it inspires me to to funeral service.



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