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Feeling the block.... Writer's block, that is. I got a call from the funeral home today letting me know that my father's death certificates were in and asking that I stop by to view the proof of his headstone and give my approval. I was met at the door by a woman who was filling in for the funeral director I had been working with. She was excitedly telling me that she was counting down the days now because on the 1st of August she would finish her degree and finally be a fully licensed funeral director. Nothing screams 'funeral director' like a smiling, giddy, mustached woman with thick glasses. It's safe to say, I wasn't exactly sharing her excitement as I was looking at the autocad image of my father's headstone. I tried to be nice, but I just couldn't muster it. "yah, that's fantastic. The angel is facing the wrong direction and the date of my father's death is incorrect. " "That's why we have the family come in and proof it." Still happy, still smiling.... Still kind of pissing me off. You think maybe you could hold back that glee a little while we finalize the details of my DEAD FATHER'S HEADSTONE! Good God.... I hate to see what she's like when she's fully licensed and in action! Cartwheels and dance moves? I can only hope.... |
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It takes a special kind of person to deal with those who are at a funeral home because of a death. They need to be compassionate and understanding, but firm when needed. They definitely need to be able to "read" people. And of course, deal with different forms of grief. But they need a sense of humor, as well. Apparently Ms Giggles failed more than one course when going through that school.  Telling her personal business when someone hasn't indicated they want to hear it is not a good sign.
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I definitely won't say "Good mourning" to that funeral director 
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No head stone for me there's no one going to stop bye and see me. Onces I'm gone. I want to be creamated then loaded into shotgun shells give to the young's hunter I know. Each opening day of the deer season I'm to be shot off at days end. Until I'm in the woods and done. Just hope the youngster don't load me in the barrel in the stand and then shoot me off at a trophy buck only to dust his ass lololololol.
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Gotta say what first came too mind about her  She will possibly install a pole in the conference room & entertain clients by attempting too Twerk   
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I can't imagine doing that for a living, it sounds depressing.
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It takes a special kind of person to deal with those who are at a funeral home because of a death. They need to be compassionate and understanding, but firm when needed. They definitely need to be able to "read" people. And of course, deal with different forms of grief. But they need a sense of humor, as well. Apparently Ms Giggles failed more than one course when going through that school. Telling her personal business when someone hasn't indicated they want to hear it is not a good sign. Pagan  Hmmmm....I know I left that wand around here somewhere!
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I definitely won't say "Good mourning" to that funeral director 
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No head stone for me there's no one going to stop bye and see me. Onces I'm gone. I want to be creamated then loaded into shotgun shells give to the young's hunter I know. Each opening day of the deer season I'm to be shot off at days end. Until I'm in the woods and done. Just hope the youngster don't load me in the barrel in the stand and then shoot me off at a trophy buck only to dust his ass lololololol.
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Gotta say what first came too mind about her She will possibly install a pole in the conference room & entertain clients by attempting too Twerk
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I can't imagine doing that for a living, it sounds depressing.
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For them...its either solemn and straightforward and some deem that as uncaring/feeling or its animated with laughter n giddiness and some deem that as uncaring/unfeeling. I have dealt with too many to mention. Its the nature of their business. Good thing they have that policy tho, to correct things before they are acted upon~
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I learned from my experience, that a good funeral director would treat the customers like his own family. They care for us... They don't have to be all business like, but they know how we feel about the loss, shock, and emptiness... Guess she did not learned that at the school, tho... it must be really awkward to act so cheerful in front of the family member of the deceased... doncha think? Guess all she cares is money... how much money you can make per head of the dead... Funeral Home business is the one who makes money off of the dead anyway...but I don't want them to be so glad we lost someone...ya know???
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For them...its either solemn and straightforward and some deem that as uncaring/feeling or its animated with laughter n giddiness and some deem that as uncaring/unfeeling. I have dealt with too many to mention. Its the nature of their business. Good thing they have that policy tho, to correct things before they are acted upon~
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Hello
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I learned from my experience, that a good funeral director would treat the customers like his own family. They care for us... They don't have to be all business like, but they know how we feel about the loss, shock, and emptiness... Guess she did not learned that at the school, tho... it must be really awkward to act so cheerful in front of the family member of the deceased... doncha think? Guess all she cares is money... how much money you can make per head of the dead... Funeral Home business is the one who makes money off of the dead anyway...but I don't want them to be so glad we lost someone...ya know???
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Not every one can act or feel. I can put myself into a state, where a song on the radio, can bring tears to my eyes. I wish I could stop the sadness, but when it starts... some days... I just can't stop it. I don't know if you know what I mean. 😶
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Because I'm the king of being inappropriate, a funny story about one of my dead relatives. My great grandfather smoked, drank, ate nothing but fatty foods, and generally abused his body in every manner he could conceive. But he was a tough son of a bitch and lived to 86 years old. The funeral director stopped by to finalize arrangements and commented to my grandfather 'I embalmed your father him today and was surprised by how good of shape he was in; he must have really taken good care of himself'. My father, grandfather, and I erupted in laughter. You talk about an uncomfortable, and perhaps a little freaked out, funeral director...
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She was taught that in funeral directors school for you are sad and down she just try to lift your spirits lolololol it's bad they got the date wrong that's their loss of a good stone.
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Not every one can act or feel. I can put myself into a state, where a song on the radio, can bring tears to my eyes. I wish I could stop the sadness, but when it starts... some days... I just can't stop it. I don't know if you know what I mean. 😶 ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Because I'm the king of being inappropriate, a funny story about one of my dead relatives. My great grandfather smoked, drank, ate nothing but fatty foods, and generally abused his body in every manner he could conceive. But he was a tough son of a bitch and lived to 86 years old. The funeral director stopped by to finalize arrangements and commented to my grandfather 'I embalmed your father him today and was surprised by how good of shape he was in; he must have really taken good care of himself'. My father, grandfather, and I erupted in laughter. You talk about an uncomfortable, and perhaps a little freaked out, funeral director...
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She was taught that in funeral directors school for you are sad and down she just try to lift your spirits lolololol it's bad they got the date wrong that's their loss of a good stone.
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Writer's block, that is. I got a call from the funeral home today letting me know that my father's death certificates were in and asking that I stop by to view the proof of his headstone and give my approval. I was met at the door by a woman who was filling in for the funeral director I had been working with. She was excitedly telling me that she was counting down the days now because on the 1st of August she would finish her degree and finally be a fully licensed funeral director. Nothing screams 'funeral director' like a smiling, giddy, mustached woman with thick glasses. It's safe to say, I wasn't exactly sharing her excitement as I was looking at the autocad image of my father's headstone. I tried to be nice, but I just couldn't muster it. "yah, that's fantastic. The angel is facing the wrong direction and the date of my father's death is incorrect. " "That's why we have the family come in and proof it." Still happy, still smiling.... Still kind of pissing me off. You think maybe you could hold back that glee a little while we finalize the details of my DEAD FATHER'S HEADSTONE! Good God.... I hate to see what she's like when she's fully licensed and in action! Cartwheels and dance moves? I can only hope....
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