Apparently, this past Saturday was National Funeral Director Appreciation Day.

I didn’t know the day existed.  And apparently — judging by my lack of appreciation cards, loving facebook messages and twitter shout-outs — nobody else realized that they were to take time out for their day to recognize their local funeral service person.

It’s okay, though.  I’m not hurt.  Really.  I don’t have feelings.  (Wipes tears from eyes)

While no “civilians” remembered how awesome we f.d.s are, one of my fellow funeral associates from New Jersey DID send me some love.  I met Angelia Ryan on a trip to the Mecca of the Funeral Industry: Batesville, Indiana.  She tagged me in the lovely diagram below, which shows the “Id” of the funeral directors mind.

Yes, we appear professional by repressing said “Id”.  And most of us use great professionalism to repress said “id”. But when the ego is pulled away, this pretty accurately represents what’s going on inside our brains.  I’m not trying to be mean … but, yeah, this is some of the stuff we think.

Even the great Sigmund Freud couldn’t have drawn this analysis up any better:

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