SOOOO sterotypical
A and i went to a funeral home to make pre-arrangements. the place was so stereotypical i couldn't believe it. there were three viewings that day, and i thought that if i was being laid out there, I would want to kill myself again because it was so damn depressing. every horrible thing that one would assume would be in a funeral home was there-badly patterned carpets, horrible furniture, bad lighting, and the worst, the absolute worst, was the "rememberance room." that's where we sat and made all of the arrangements. mourners could get engraved golf balls to commemorate the void in their lives, or picture books, or celebrate on the beach with a glass of wine while scattering ashes in the wind. holy hell.
the lady who helped us was terrible-no people skills, constantly talking about her desire to learn spanish and her own wishes with regard to burial plans, and more along those lines. she couldn't answer our questions, told us we'd have to come back to the funeral home to personally identify the body (luckily incorrect information), and as we were leaving, told us that hopefully our mother would end up with the same sitution that her nephew did, where he ended up having his brain tumor go into remission. last time i checked, we were PLANNING A FUNERAL. things are not going to get better. why would someone say that after spending 2 hours hashing out burial issues? seriously. that was just plain stupid. if i hadn't just signed a contract, i would have cancelled it and walked away. at least the funeral director knew what he was doing and put us at ease, which made me feel much better. (insert morbid joke which is too tacky to actually write down.)
the funeral visit was way worse than the cemetery visit. in all honesty, i'm angry that A and i had to do it. i know that if my mom knew A and i had done that, she would have been really upset. that's not something that i would ever want my children to have to do. ever. but it's done, and another item is checked off the "forced to grow up and officially an adult" list.
the lady who helped us was terrible-no people skills, constantly talking about her desire to learn spanish and her own wishes with regard to burial plans, and more along those lines. she couldn't answer our questions, told us we'd have to come back to the funeral home to personally identify the body (luckily incorrect information), and as we were leaving, told us that hopefully our mother would end up with the same sitution that her nephew did, where he ended up having his brain tumor go into remission. last time i checked, we were PLANNING A FUNERAL. things are not going to get better. why would someone say that after spending 2 hours hashing out burial issues? seriously. that was just plain stupid. if i hadn't just signed a contract, i would have cancelled it and walked away. at least the funeral director knew what he was doing and put us at ease, which made me feel much better. (insert morbid joke which is too tacky to actually write down.)
the funeral visit was way worse than the cemetery visit. in all honesty, i'm angry that A and i had to do it. i know that if my mom knew A and i had done that, she would have been really upset. that's not something that i would ever want my children to have to do. ever. but it's done, and another item is checked off the "forced to grow up and officially an adult" list.
posted by j @ 7:07 PM
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