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AUGUST 2, 2008 3:53PM

Who Needs a Funeral?

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Written in response to Verbal Remedy's, "What Remains?", is the following empathetic point/counterpoint:

1) I have become convinced after experiencing hundreds of people's reactions to four sudden deaths in a three year span, that the funeral process exists for the benefit of the living. 

 2) People need to be told that the family is without resources or insurance to pay for the funeral if in fact this is the case. A few well-placed words will bring enough donations to the designated box of cash from friends, relatives and the community to cover a good portion of the expenses.

3) Advance planning helps everyone meet expectations, even those requests that some may find personally repulsive.

I have never asked my parents for anything but to keep at least a $10,000 life insurance policy for themselves. I am ever hopeful that each has this policy to cover the cost of their funeral. If not, I will respect their wishes, as both have friends and relatives in the community that will want and need a time to mourn.

My mother wants to be buried next to my brother in Iowa - my parents and sister live in Washington State and I live in Florida. Accessibility to the site will become an issue,  but then what is completely practical with regard to eternal internment?

My request went to them because in general, I do not like cremation. The whole Catholic notion of the fires of hell is bad enough to consider, without planning to burn them up on the earth as well. This is NOT rational thought, I do not even believe in hell, but the image persists. Perhaps time and additional exposure will diffuse the impact of this "fear".

Life often provides us with the exact experiences needed to tackle our fears by proxy. Working to that end, the entirety of my husband's deceased family members have been cremated after a full funeral in a rental casket. They all had LONG, painful deaths,  drawn out over six months or more by the ravages of cancer. His family believes in being there for the duration of the illness, to support each other while the loved one that is passing.

Family and friends abandon jobs and careers, rent rooms, sleep on floors, do whatever it takes to  "live" through the death watch. Spending so much time at the bedside, allows some degree of mourning to have been achieved prior to the funeral. The spectre of the cremation becomes much less terrible when the entire body has wasted away to nothing but skin and bones.

No amount of preparation can soften the blow of the last breath, however. Much intricate coordination and the necessity for difficult phone calls are pressing on the family or those summoned to assist them. From experience, I advocate making decisions about the funeral and burial far in advance of that date. When left to chance, or the whims of the distraught, excessive spending out of guilt or sorrow can ensue.

I have come to believe that a different set of "rules" apply if a loved one dies suddenly, at a very young age.  My mind and heart will only allow for a proper funeral, with a traditional burial. Having had to experience their earthly exit much too soon, with a body still strong and apparently vital, it has been just about impossible to order a cremation. 

Regardless, I do what is requested of me. Always the goodie, goodie Catholic Church organist/sacristan. All now buriied shallowly beneath the abandoner-of- the-faith veneer that I have allowed to cover me.

So, I push through it. I coordinate the flowers with the colors in the casket, choose appropriate music, order the cards and programs, plan just about everything because I know it must be done.   After so many of them, I do what is required because I know with complete certainty that this is  expected of me.

In the end, my "Funeral Rules" had to be developed and adhered to with uncharacteristic rigor to survive the event.  Being the designated funeral planner is a job that requiries studied pragmatism. It should never be delegated to the very young or the faint of heart.

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Very thoughtfully written.
We have so much good content here now---I'm glad I didn't let this one slip by---"the abandoneer of the faith veneer that I have allowed to cover me"---I hope folks catch that line because I'll be you are not alone with that veneer----Thanks for this! Roger
Thanks, guys, for your comments. It isn't exactly a happy topic for a weekend read, but after finishing Verbal Remedy's piece, my heart went out to her. I was just over 30 when the string of deaths began - brother, sister, other sister's husband, and another friend -- all sudden deaths, two of which were unrelated murders.

I cannot imagine for her (VR) as a teen having to do what she did. It took a lot out of me as an adult -- I think if I had experienced what she did as a teen it would have been very scarring for me...
lalucas, thank you for the post. It's interesting how our views actually overlap. (Oddly enough, I actually have one of those $10K/Bury My Body insurance policies. It was purchased for me at birth by my maternal grandmother from the First Catholic Slovak Ladies Society. Now that's what I call "advanced planning." :-S)

Certainly, being the designated arrangement maker is not fun. What I'm most interested in as a point of inquiry is when the simple matter of the "home funeral" (in which a loved one's body was laid out in his or her own home for a day before a simple burial) became the second-most lucrative industry for life events, second only to weddings in scope and cost.

100 short years ago, nobody seemed to need the elaborately choreographed and stage-managed ritual we now think of as a "traditional" funeral. Friends and family gathered, brought casseroles (well, at least one thing never changes), sang, spoke about the dearly departed, followed whatever set liturgy or ritual required by their faith community, and then lowered the deceased into the ground in a simple, functional box.

When did we reach the point that caskets cost as much as a decent used car, must be lined in one of sixty-seven shades of satin, be constructed to be airtight and element-proof for hundreds of years, surrounded by matching flowers, etc. etc.? I doubt that my great-grandfather's funeral in the late 1950s had laminated programs.

The modern funeral feels VERY modern to me, and not in a good way--more in a "Conspicuous Consuption, Keeping-Up-With-The-Joneses" way. Like SUVs and strollers the size of small convertibles.

Ultimately the most wrenching phrase in your post was your (possibly offhand) comment about of decisions made based on "chance, or the whims of the distraught."

That was certainly the case when I took the call informing me my younger brother was dead, and I spent the next four hours trying to locate my Mother (who'd gone out for a "getaway" earlier in the day without leaving concrete information about where she was staying; Big Bear, it turns out, is a very large place, and the telephone operator who called every resort within 20 miles is to this day one of my anonymous unknown "angels.)

Once we found her, in my mind, I had two missions: Inform her that my brother had died as gently as possible, and get her to agree to organ donation. I succeeded in the first task, but I failed in the second. The moment you're told your 17-year-old son is gone, grief renders rational decisionmaking completely impossible.

To this day, I wish I'd called the hospital and told them (falsely) that she'd agreed to donation. It was the only good that might have come from that miserable situation all those years ago.

Anyway, again, thank you for the post. Very, very good advice.
LaLucas, lovely post. While I don't hold (for myself) with all the purchasable trappings of a funeral, I totally agree that the ritual of the gathering around the body or its representation (pictures, etc) is essential for the living. You shared some difficult, personal thoughts here - thanks for trusting us.
Thanks, Sandra -- the trust thing may be the next post -- I came across something VERY interesting today, that was Salon driven...I'll leave that as a teaser.

Verbal Remedy: I really feel for your loss at such a young age. It is just too hard to have to tell a parent that their child has died.

I had to notify my parents about the murder of my sister, three short years after my brother died. How can this be done properly, and compassionately over the phone? I thought long and hard about what to do.

Finally, I decided to locate my father's good friend to go to the their home to ask them to call me. At least there was a short buffer period to know something was wrong. They then had someone with them that was able to help if need be. He is a strong, volunteer fireman with EMT training -- I was glad he was there to protect them.

It was the reverse when my brother died. The horror there was a misunderstanding on the phone. My mom called and said that she had bad news, and that "Ed died." I thought she said "Dad died". So, first I was in a panic about my dad and what had happened. She kept talking and I realized that she was talking about my 29 year old brother.

I will never forget throwing down the phone, and running into a private place because I wanted to scream in sorrow and in anger at her. Not rational at all, but what a thing to endure. The call came in at work. Thankfully, my manager knew my mom, so got the rest of the details. It was a horibble experience, never to be forgotten.

I cannot imagine having to locate your mother and then deal over the phone with what to do with his body. There is never any making anything better when you lose a siblings so young. Please don't ever think you made a mistake with the organs -- you didn't. Organ donation just complicates an already terrible experience.-- it is much needed, but in some cases, just too hard to do.

Again, I wish you well -- we will be OS sisters in mourning our sibs.

In the meantime, let's now talk about something happy? I am blurry with tears now...Anyone found a funny video clip today?
Lalucas - gently pointing you to sKim's Blogger at Work post today. But just kindof sitting with you all in the sadness of this too.
I laughed myself nearly sick at Blogger@Work. :-)

Hugs and a gentle prod toward there for you, LaLucas.
Yes, I went there and then to Roger's walk down summer's memory lane. I am feeling much better, thank you!