What can I say about this chapter? I will start with saying that I did not enjoy it, nor did I enjoy the jokes being made by the funeral workers to pass their time at our loved one’s expense. I totally understand the need to make time go by and just as one is working in an office and jokes around with coworkers throughout the day, they do as well. However, calling a drowning victim a “floater” or a burned victim a “crispy critter” is just disgusting in every sense of the way. There must be, and I mean has to be other ways or other jokes that they can make that is not so demeaning and hurtful and heart wrenching to my ears.
It is understandable that the stigma that comes with being a mortician or funeral director is tough. They must endure so much social skepticism. In all reality, one does have to wonder what type of person do you have to be, or what kind of heart do you carry inside you to allow yourself to work around death day in and day out? It also made me realize the stigma that does go behind working with death and profiting for it. I can only imagine that I meet someone, and he says I’m a funeral director. I would say, “in other words a mortician?” No, thank you! Next! I just can’t imagine that person coming home to me with the smell of dead bodies after working on reconstructing them all day long. I would die, literally.
Nevertheless, I do agree that somebody must do the job. I do agree that whoever that somebody is must endure tons of occupational judgment but at the end of the day, they are who we look to when our loved ones die. They are who we turn to and expect professionalism and beautiful services because of their experience in the loss of our beloveds.
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