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By Francis Robert |
i have attended a lot of funerals in my line of work. a lot. A ton of them have been open casket. I find it horrifying. I know a lot of people find it gives them a sense of closure or whatever, but to me, I just see a lot of meat sitting in a box. I have seen people I know, not intimately, not family, but people I knew. And it does not help. It just looks... cold. And fills me with dread.
the whole business of being dead, I mean, he chemicals, the caskets, the liners, the biers, the plot, the headstone, the service, the limo... holy crap. It's like this enormous expensive really sad prom. Not to mention the food and the venue for the viewing or wake. How did it come to this? Funerals were once a time of honor for the dead. Burning a fallen comrade as they floated majestically against the waves. Even the old wakes were events to reckon with. the services surrounding the dead were a way of comping, but all of our modern mechanisms seem so sterile and horrifying.
I mean, I want my funeral to not even have my body. I don't get it. What is the obsession with the body? Do we not believe people? I am not being flip, is that really it? Is there some part of us that just refuses to believe the person is gone until we see them lifeless? Let me tell you too, you really are lifeless. I see these people who I knew in life, and they look... dead. Not sleeping, not whatever, they look dead. Like the life has gone out of the very skin cells. It's really kind of incredible.
We all want to be remembered. We all want people to wail and cry and shout and laugh and get drunk and eat and be merry at our passing. We want stories good and bad, told about us. We need that. We human. We all gonna die. It's just a matter of when and how.