How do those in the industry cope?
Love it or loathe it – we laugh.
Catch us colleagues alone and you’ll be hard pressed to not hear chuckles and titters – maybe even hearty guffaws – emanate from our chests, and not see tears of laughter freely fall.
Okay, maybe we’re not all that full on – some are more reserved than others – but individually we each revel in the lighter side of life and laugh whether life takes us up or down.
Without light there is only darkness, and in darkness we easily fall.
Sometimes a deceased enters our care and their presence unsettles our marrow, embraces our hearts, and rubs raw our emotions for those we adore.
Sometimes it is too easy for us to get caught up in the emotions of others and forget that there is a life out there for us, that these emotions we feel are not wholly ours – beyond the Funeral Home doors there are loved ones and happenings and things to enjoy and it would be remiss of us to forget to live, to fully devote ourselves to our professions rather than our lives because this job, more so than any other, I would say, requires life skills to do well.
Humour is our armour and our sword – we use the distance that humour affords – every day, no matter the day, we puff up the cushions, invite humour in, and enjoy its company.
I don’t believe that this makes us cold, and I don’t believe that this makes us disrespectful nor uncaring – to deliver the service we deliver we need to leave the emotions of work in work, as best we can, and we need to shed death from our shoulders because it really does like to drag one down.
We each respect life.
We each respect death.
We only laugh so we can live and deliver to you our best.