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If You Say So; It’s Your Funeral (Home)

, , , , , | Working | CREDIT: UnconfirmedRooster | March 19, 2024

I work at a funeral home. We had several sets of straps for our lowering device (the thing that slowly lowers a coffin into the ground), and orders came from one of the managers to get rid of all the sets we had as new ones were coming in. I tried to protest that the new ones had arrived and were already in rotation, but I was ignored.

Manager: “Gather up all the straps and get rid of them.”

Sir, yes, sir.

Initially, I was instructed to throw them out, but I asked to keep them instead. I was told that they had to leave the premises, one way or the other. So, I took them and gave them to a friend of mine for safekeeping.

A month later, that same manager came up to me.

Manager: “How many sets of straps do we have?”

Me: “None.”

Manager: “What about the new ones that came in?”

Me: “They left the premises a month ago, as per your instructions.”

He flew into a panic and was about to berate me for throwing them out.

Me: “Relax! I can bring them back in.”

I brought them back in the next day, no harm and no foul.

It certainly bruised that manager’s ego a bit and will make him think about what he says next time, though.

Not A Good Place To Insert “Fun”

, , , | Right | November 25, 2023

Client: “Change the image of the guy.”

Me: “Why?”

Client: “He looks depressed. Use a more cheerful and bright image. Balloons, people smiling, etc.”

The preceding was for a funeral services advertisement.

They’re Heavily Coffinated

, , , , , | Right | October 31, 2023

I work in a funeral home. A couple walks in and starts browsing some coffin styles we have on the wall. We’re usually appointment only, so I go to help them.

Me: “Can I help you find anything?”

The couple looks at me, and then they go back to the coffins. The woman gets out a measuring tape.

Woman: “We need one that’ll fit him.”

She points at the man and then starts measuring some of our coffins.

Me: “Oh! Well… uh… these are just display models. We can have them made to other specifications, of course, but they’re designed to fit… most people.”

Woman: *Pointing at the man again* “Well, he’s very tall! We need to make sure.”

This man is indeed about 6’7″.

Woman: “Could he get in one, so we could test it?”

Me: “Uh… that’s not usually… I mean…”

Woman: “And if it doesn’t fit, how long until we can get one made for him? We don’t have long.”

Me: *Looking at the man* “Oh… I… I am so sorry, sir.”

Man: “Sorry about what?”

Me: “About… about what you’ll be needing the coffin for.”

Man: “It’s for a Halloween party. I’m going to be Dracula!”

Me: “I… am going to get my manager.”

I got my manager to sort them out because I didn’t have “couple wants to spend thousands on a real coffin as a prop for a Halloween party” on my bingo card for crazy customers that day.

Tales Of Death

, , , | Right | August 11, 2023

CONTENT WARNING: Descriptions of Morticians’ Work

 

I’m a mortician. We do what we call a “first view” where, when we’ve prepared a body for public viewing, we’ll ask a family member to come in early, usually the evening before, to give us a thumbs-up or tell us what we need to change.

Because of this, we ask that the families get the deceased’s clothing to us at least twenty-four hours prior to the start of public viewing. It takes a lot of time and effort to dress a dead body, especially if you give a d*** about getting the little details right — and I do. Yes, we do cut clothes up the back, almost always. This is not because we are lazy; it is because it is literally impossible to get just about any garment onto a body that is completely stiff and immobile, which is a result of embalming.

We have a lot of tricks with tape and safety pins and perspective to make things look right, and we worry about a lot of things so you don’t have to even think about them. But sometimes, man, you’d think that some practical considerations would at least cross their minds.

[Client #1] is dropping off a dress for her sister’s viewing.

Client #1: “Now, don’t you cut this dress up; I want it back before you bury her. It looked better on me, anyway. I don’t know why she wanted it for her funeral so bad.”

Nobody gets clothes from a viewing back, with the occasional exception of belts and other accessories, and once, a motorcycle club vest. And obviously, you can’t return anything to a store that’s been on a corpse. [Client #1] is miffed about not getting her sister’s dress back, but she has children and therefore has dressed toddlers, so she understands the logistics once I start explaining them to her.

[Client #2] hands me a sequined tube top and miniskirt for his mother who died on the interstate and was subsequently autopsied.

Client #2: “Momma just bought this and didn’t even get to wear it out to the club before she… So, yeah, I figured…”

[Client #3] walks in with several dresses on department store hangers for her mother’s first view.

Client #3: “I don’t know that I’m happy with that dress I brought in yesterday, so I’m going to have you try these on her, and I’ll take what we don’t like back to the store.”

As I also arrange direct cremations, I’ve also had a few versions of this conversation:

Client #4: “Dad had four or five gold teeth. Now, don’t you burn those up; we want them back.”

Me: “Well, sir, I am not legally allowed to perform that extraction. If you can find a dentist who’ll do it, we could work with that, but I’ve never even heard of a dentist who will. For one thing, they would have to perform the extraction for free, and we would both need assurances from you that you intended to keep the teeth and the gold they contain for sentimental reasons, as it is highly illegal for anyone to profit off the removal or sale of any part of a dead human body, for reasons I think you’ll agree are obvious.”

If That’s Not Mama, Then Who Is It?!

, , , , , | Working | September 22, 2022

[Coworker #1] requests a day off to attend the funeral of an elderly friend of his from church. The day he comes back, we have this conversation.

Coworker #2: “Hey, [Coworker #1], how’d the funeral go?”

Coworker #1: “Pretty well, I think. But they had a s***storm the day before, apparently.”

Me: “What do you mean by that?”

Coworker #1: “Well, the funeral home invited [Friend]’s kids over to double-check they had everything right, and apparently, they had the wrong d*** body. Right casket, right outfit, but that wasn’t their mama!”

Coworker #2:What?! How the h*** does that even happen!?”

Coworker #1: “I have no d*** clue. [Friend]’s kids were pissed and talked about suing, even though the funeral home refunded them completely. I can’t really say I blame them, either. That sounded horrific.”