Comments on: 11 Hilarious Misconceptions About The Funeral Industry

By: Greg

Greg — Wed, 22 Mar 2017 03:40:41 +0000

Well speaking for my self. I had doubts if i really wanted to be a funeral director.
Then 1 day we get a death call from a family that there mother had passed at home.
We go and get the woman and take her to the local hospital to be pronounced [ that’s a law here in Georgia. ] even if they have a D.N.R. it takes a Dr. to pronounce them dead then sign a death certificate. The woman was in her late 50’s early 60’s and was a full blooded Cherokee. She died from crosses of the liver and had a bright yellow color to her body [ that’s what drinking for most of your life will do to the body. ] I asked to assist with her embalming do to being a half breed Cherokee myself. well it took about 1 maybe 2 hour’s [ manly because i was new at it ] then we put her in a dress the family got for her honoring her Cherokee ancestors. Now before we started anything when we went to the house to pick her up there were family and friends that did not want to shake our hands because we touch dead body’s for a living. well she was laid out in a White Batesville Cherokee rose casket. we ask the family to wait till we got her ready for viewing. then when we allowed them to come in….whoa they screamed fell out on the floor trying to clime in to the casket. and we thought we did a horrible job. Then the father of the lady that we worked on [ he was the senior tribal elder ] came up to us and wanted to kiss our hand’s. The same hand’s that other family members would not shake. well we stopped him and i spoke some Cherokee to him and the family. and they ask if i could attend the Traditional Cherokee funeral ? I told him he had to ask my boss. And of course he said yea. Well when we walked out of that room and closed the door’s to allow privet time for the family it was then i knew this was the job i wanted. We took some very painful times and allowed the family to see a beautiful Cherokee lady. Not a yellow looking woman. so there last memory’s of that lady to her father brothers sister husband children grandchildren was who they were blessed with before the drinking.

By: Bill

Bill — Tue, 03 May 2016 19:36:35 +0000

I’ve been in funeral service for 42 years and it has been such a rewarding career. It’s not really a career, it’s a lifestyle. I only have a few more years before I can retire, but we really don’t retire do we?

One thing that really gets me is people telling me about their personal experience of seeing a body sit up in a casket at a funeral home, sometime during their life, and how it cleared the room and scared everybody to death. As I’ve said, I’ve been doing this for 42 years and I have yet to see a body sit up in a casket or on the table or even in the back of the hearse while on a first call. I’ve gotten so tired of hearing this bunch of bull, because people really believe this happens and they expect you to believe their made up story. And people think funeral directors are weird and strange in some sort of way.

By: Gina

Gina — Tue, 08 Mar 2016 19:59:10 +0000

The girl at the gas station noticed my jacket one day (which has the name of the funeral home that I work at on it) and she asked me with a disgusted look on her face “So you just think about death and dying all day long?” I just looked at my daughter and said “It’s time to go now, Wednesday.” The clerk obviously didn’t get the reference, probably because funeral professionals have no sense of humor – why would one of them tell a joke? Haha

By: Rilee Chastain

Rilee Chastain — Mon, 07 Mar 2016 14:30:04 +0000

In reply to Rose. Rose, thanks for the comment! Your husband sounds like a wonderful funeral director!

By: Rose

Rose — Sat, 05 Mar 2016 00:17:33 +0000

My husband is a funeral director and professional embalmer for 42 years. We met in a bar! He’s the funniest,most compassionate person I know. But to save strangers from going, “EEeewwwe” when asked what he does for a living, he tells them that he’s a meter reader for the gas company. My neighbor, a retired high school math teacher, so presumably educated, actually asked me if our funeral home was haunted. When Jim and I started dating, One of my co-workers asked how I could let him touch me. Another mental giant. Jim is such a regular guy. He loves to tinker on motorcycles, metal detects, reads history books (ask him about WWII), loves comedy and our rescued dogs. And me. I treasure him.