No Splashing!

A month’s worth of rain has fallen in just one day in our city! Roads closed, causeways flooded- but have you ever wondered about the cemetery?

Unless you work in the biz, it’s probably something you’ve never considered. Grass is sodden, graves filled with water and there’s no option than to postpone burials.

No, you can’t splash in these puddles. It’s a long way down!

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Take Your Time

As a funeral director it was important to understand the grieving process to serve the families who came to us. It was common to hear the identified framework for grief bouncing off the walls at the funeral home.

“Oh, yes, Joan is at the depression stage. That is why it was hard to communicate with her during the arrangement this morning…”

 “Jim has reached the stage of anger…did you see his blood boil when I asked him about his late father’s suit to be worn?”

The five stages of grief were brought to life by author and medical professional, Elisabeth Kubler Ross. If you’re not familiar with her work, Ross has been putting pen to paper to help create awareness on end of life since 1969 with her first book “On Death and Dying.” The Death Positive movement around the globe may seem like a fairly new concept, but the late Ross studied and wrote about death long before morticians around the world secured themselves fancy publishing contracts and the TV drama Six Feet Under.

Facing her mortality in 2004, Ross completed a manuscript that would help change lives around the world. “On Grief and Grieving” introduced the famous five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.

So, here I was in my polished shoes and pressed suit with the duty of helping grief stricken strangers. When conducting funerals I would observe the family members to establish the stage of grief they were experiencing. I assumed the five stages evolved sequentially. First, experiencing denial then anger and so forth until reaching the finish line with ACCEPTANCE printed on a shiny banner. Yes! We did it! It’s all over! Where’s the confetti?   

However, the older I grew and the more funerals I worked on (and attended) I discovered I had been rather naïve. A young adult with frizzy hair who saw the silver lining to every situation had a lot to learn. As well as the wisdom that comes naturally with age, I experienced grief personally and it was the most frightening experience of my life. I had seen decedents who faced violent deaths, infants and even a murder case in my time but nothing terrified me quite like the dark prison of grief.

When I lost a loved one, I thought I was different to everyone else. Like most areas in my life I was doing it back to front. I accepted the death quite quickly, before becoming depressed, then angry. I then denied that Pop was cremated in an urn on Nan’s bedside table and pretended he was off working in a far away city. This wasn’t right, was it? How could an amazing writer get the five stages of grief so wrong? Or was Ross correct and this meant something was wrong with me?

Over the years, I watched my own family grieve with countless losses. There was plenty of anger and depression, and not a whole lot of acceptance. Then, at work I witnessed a colleague “prepare” his own mother for her funeral, yet he was at peace and not angry at all.

I slowly began to realize there is no concrete framework for grief. The five stages are certainly a place to go when feeling overwhelmed and no one around you seems to understand. However, grieving is not a cookie cutter system. We all react to events differently each and every day, why would it be any different with trauma?

I also learned the grieving process is a very lonely path. Grief outlasts sympathy, so when everyone is back at work and packing school lunches, driving the kids around to sporting events on weekends and attending weddings and birthdays, the grieving are in shock that the world can keep on spinning as if nothing had ever happened. And time doesn’t heal wounds. It’s what you do with your time that can help mend you. It’s so hard to bear when the few people you can’t live without die. You will never heal completely. No matter what the culture or “stages” tell us, I really don’t think we are suppose to get over the loss of a parent, sibling, best friend. Their absence will be a life long nightmare of home -sickness for us. Time and tears will heal you to some extent. Tears will hydrate you, but they will not wash away the memories of your loved one. Nor should they. Why is there such a rush to get on with things?

If you have recently lost someone,  don’t put so much pressure on yourself if you feel you are not progressing with your grief. There is no timeframe for recovery. Grief is a deeply personal experience, and going back to that good old saying “Comparison is the thief of joy,” do not look at how others are doing in contrast to your journey. When my pop passed away, my mum busied herself with perfect roasts and a sparkling house while her brother appeared deeply troubled and cried often. If I was my uncle, I would have looked at my mother and felt inadequate and weak. ‘Wow, look at her, she’s keeping on wonderfully. I wish I was as strong as her!’ But you see, mum did cry –  in private. She also channels her pain into art as the director at a child care centre. (I still find it ironic mum assists little ones starting out in life while her daughter takes care of them at the end.)

Every single person mourns differently. This is your experience and yours only.

It’s hard to believe, but there are people out there who haven’t experienced deep grief. They’re not close to their family and it’s common that they discover family deaths years later. The next time you are feeling overwhelmed just remember, you miss someone because you were blessed to have that person in your life. Your life has been effected by their absence and if you stop to think for a moment, it truly is a beautiful thought. Your broken heart is in pieces because you once gave it full and beating to someone else.

Many are not so lucky.

It’s Not All Bad

Following the hiatus in the media lately, I am shocked with the lack of support shown for the “Funeral family” by others in the business. So, speaking for the funeral directors who put their lives on hold to care for your loved one, I want to raise a glass (or two) for those sacrificing sleep, important dinner parties, birthdays and weddings so they can serve you.
Yes, the whole “$1 cent government contract” sucks, but the real problem there is lack of education to the public leaving room for misconceptions. The public simply need more information when it comes to coronial cases. Yes, the body needs to be removed from the scene of a crime or accident just as a forensic cleaner needs to remove traces that it occurred. You’re not going to call in the forensic cleaners to do a bond clean of your apartment, and you’re not required to arrange the final goodbye with the company that removed the body. The body is not taken to the funeral home following a coronial case, rather the city morgue for autopsy and further investigation. The family can choose any funeral home they wish for the service.

Reading comments on the latest stories, it breaks my heart that the majority of Australia believe funeral homes perform mass cremations, swap coffins and only in it for the money. Just like any industry, there have been unfortunate cases and this creates the stigma attached to the death care profession. Funeral Directors care for your loved one as if they were a member of their own family. I’ve worked on services where staff almost pass out in the heat as suits stick to sweating backs like jellyfish while serving families. I also know a funeral director who paid for a butterfly release out of his own pocket for a young girl who died and the family were lacking finances. Furthermore, we leave a flower on the pillow after removing the deceased and apply moisturizer to their skin with care to prevent dehydration from the cold environment in the mortuary fridge. Every small step is taken in caring for the deceased and their families left behind. I have assisted a mortician on a case where the body was in no state to be viewed or dressed due to not being found for a long time. Respectfully, she placed his suit over the top of him neatly as if he was wearing it. She didn’t have to do that, no one would ever see him again but this is the kind of respect and dignity practiced by funeral homes and people need to be assured of this!
Funeral directors are some of the most dedicated people you will ever meet. The mortuary staff do everything they can to take care of your loved one with respect and some hearse drivers will study the route for the service the following day in their own time over their dinner plate. Of course there are fees and big money involved in arranging a funeral, but it’s not so the funeral director can go and jump in his Porsche parked out back. People don’t realize what goes on behind the scenes, including a hard working team. The only person who sleeps when someone dies, is the deceased. There is the “Transfer” crew who remove the body anytime of day or night, coffin trimmers, the mortuary staff, hearse cleaners and media professionals who create the photographic slide of memories. These people need a wage to support themselves and their own families, and the hearses need regular servicing, filled with fuel, and that’s a whole fleet of cars! Look how expensive it is for us to have our own on the road! Imagine up to twelve vehicles! Then there are the flower orders, staff uniforms pressed professionally…the list goes on. There are expenses behind the scenes that the majority of the Nation don’t even think about.

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It’s expensive maintaining your final ride.

When my poppy died my nan turned to me and asked if he would be cremated with others. It broke my heart and it’s an all too common belief that many coffins are reduced to ash in a massive burn off. The cremation retort is built to accommodate one coffin at a time and following cremation, the remains are kept with identification and this is very strict practice. It’s frustrating when I know how hard the crematory staff work only to be slandered. The crematory staff are some of the loveliest guys you’ll ever meet and incredibly strict when it comes to paperwork. One day I had forgotten to get a form signed before I left the funeral home on route to the crematory, and the staff were on the phone to funeral home management for a length of time before he took the body from my care.

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The cremator is designed for one coffin at a time.
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From perfect petals to coffin handles, there’s expenses behind the scenes you haven’t even thought about.

Funeral directors are not out to get you or use your grief to fill their wallets. They genuinely care for your loss and are there for you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and would probably miss their own funeral to be at yours.

xx

A Little Less RIP.

I don’t want to know what Fred Durst is eating for lunch today. It’s not that I don’t love him to death, (pun intended) it’s because I enjoy the mystery. The anticipation for the next album release. The upcoming film clip. Well, back in the day anyway.

When my favourite band were taking over the globe in the nineties, the only thing that kept me in class during the week was knowing on Saturday morning I would see them rock out on TV during the music countdown. Hip hop stars, pop princesses and rock gods graced our airwaves, and it wasn’t unless we turned on the radio, bought their albums or watched them on Saturday morning TV that we, well… saw them. You waited months for album release. Saved your pennies and rode your bike or skateboard to the CD store and there it was gleaming on the shelf. You paid $35 for the plastic cover, sparkling disc and booklet of lyrics and photographs. This little bundle of joy became your life. You replayed that beautiful CD until it skipped with scratches. By that time, the concert tour had almost arrived and the week leading up to the performance you couldn’t sleep. The electricity in the air was inspiring. You wanted to hang out with your mates more, even back chat your parents. You were a rock star yourself because before too long you would see them on stage.

You sometimes waited years for this.

Today, you can follow your favourite singer online, kept up to date with their daily routine from the shower to the hair dryer that shapes their hair. Why bother going to their concert? You already know them like a friend, right?

When Dolores from the Cranberries was found dead last month, the film clip for Zombie shot to 666 million views on YouTube. Prior to her death, it was thousands and thousands less. It took her death for much of the world to remember her, yet she was one of the best female rock stars of our time. True music artists are fading from memories until headlines pronounce their death.

I know I sound like a prude stuck in a musical past, but this isn’t the case. I’m the first to bounce at photo opportunities to share with family and friends on Instagram and Facebook. I don’t mind a good filter or two either. I just feel people have forgotten the deliverers of earth rattling art.

The Bee Gees once drove over a rickety bridge and the sound of the car rolling over the boards gave birth to the beat of one of their most famous songs. Kurt Cobain titled one of our favourite tracks after a deodorant scent. He had discovered “Kurt smells like Teen Spirit” spray painted on his bedroom wall. It was etched in paint by a mate, and six months later the graffiti culprit received a phone call from Cobain asking if he could use what she wrote on the wall for a lyric.

Where have all the rock stars gone?

To their graves.

And it’s commonly the passion for their art that killed them far too early because no one really gets it anymore.

Today’s music is great. Nothing quite like a bit of RiRi (see? I’m still hip, right!?) to start the daily commute with coffee in tow. But, let’s face it. Radio announcers aren’t talking about the singer’s artwork anymore. In fact, it’s almost like the music break is an inconvenience to their chatter. And I’m not saying the work we hear today is no good. I just really miss Dolores as if I have lost a friend and I encourage you to revisit your own memory bank of favourite artists. Add a few more views to their iconic clips available on YouTube before they leave this world. A little less RIP messages, and more of “your music is timeless. Miss you!”