A different kind of crazy

Crazy is a loaded word. Most of us attach this word to the ex who is unreasonable or the in-laws we have only known for a little while. I draw this context because for those of you who are not in the funeral business, that is how the word crazy is relatable. My thesaurus says that crazy is foolish, unwise, outrageous, ridiculous, wild and silly among other words. So, to change this context to a funeral director’s kind of crazy; imagine yourself in the basement of a funeral home. There is a body there. Dead. So many things may have happened. A car accident, an elderly person, a suicide, a stillborn. Imagine yourself in that room, next to this person who someone has lost to death. The variables are endless. They had a good life and it was a blessing that they no longer have to suffer. The infant who never got a chance to breathe but people waited and planned for their existence. The young boy or girl who has no idea what life had to offer them, yet decided life was not worth living. How would you describe the people who take that in and handle it every day? Is that not crazy, foolish, unwise, or outrageous?
A dead body needs to be prepared in some fashion. The families need to find some comfort, some routine to get through. Some of these scenarios are less complicated than others. Even the deaths that are expected or even longed for are heartbreaking and we, as funeral directors, take care of the body and you and your family. Every day. There are levels of crazy in this world. What level of crazy would you put a person in who voluntarily handles these horrible and devastating things for you. What price would you pay for the crazy it takes to handle the details of a death! I could talk on and on about the expense of running a funeral home. I could talk about the overhead of facilities and staff and vehicles and electricity and licensing and more of keeping a mortuary running. I could easily justify our cost of operation to assure that anytime day or night if your mother, father, aunt, sister, or child died we would answer the phone and handle the task. You, I bet, could never imagine that kind of crazy. The behind the scenes where I tell your deceased son how much you are grieving. I will tell your deceased grandmother that, even though her death was inevitable, she is missed. Your stillborn child I will cradle in my arms and care for them because they were loved. What level of crazy would it take when you learn that your funeral director doesn’t get the pay you imagine or the days off they deserve to cope with this or even be with their own families? Is this the kind of crazy that deserves the words foolish, unwise or outrageous? We don’t think so. We decided to be this for you. We decided to handle this for you.
In these levels of crazy, just remember that we, as death care professionals, want to be here. We consciously went to school and took the tests. We take classes to keep up our knowledge and licenses of how to handle your loved ones while in our care, prepare their bodies for whatever disposition you or they desire and sit in the room with all of your family to create, what we hope, will be a tribute you will remember and can celebrate this life that is no longer living. We have no biases to religion or culture. The sacrifice is more incredible than you would think. We care and we serve. So, are we crazy?
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  1. I read this part “Your stillborn child I will cradle in my arms and care for them because they were loved. ” and I smiled. I smiled b/c i remember you hugging me and telling me that my son would be well taken care of. I remember knowing that you would take are of him.

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