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Life of a MORTICIAN
The life and times of a mortician
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Inspiration from the Afterlife: Becoming a Mortician “That is so weird, Why would you want to work with dead people”, “You are such a weird person, I thought you would want to be a doctor or something”, “That is so gross, the thought of dead people” are the appalling replies I receive when someone ask me what I am planning to major in. When, I was younger, I realized that I had an interest in the medical field, I didn’t want to become the norm such as a doctor, pediatrician or even a nurse. I wanted to help others in my community, but I wanted to have a career in something that no one else would have the guts to even do or even have the strongest stomach to do, I wanted to become a Mortician, someone who works with the deceased and their …show more content…
My mom, my sister, and I was the first to look at my father’s body, chills went down my spine for the first time, as I have never seen a dead person in my life before, maybe in a movie or two, but actually getting to touch a dead person or even interact with the deceased makes it the ultimate first time experience. My mom, my sister, and I hovered over the casket, my father looked a couple shades darker, his skin had a rough texture to it as I put my hand on my father’s hands that were nicely placed on top of one of another. He was nicely trimmed, his hair was trimmed, his eyes were closed, and he looked nice in his suit, my father just looked like he was peacefully sleeping in his bed, just minus the snoring part. I instantly became curious about the deceased, and the process of how they prepared the body for viewing and burial. I wanted to know so many things about this profession and the only way I could get these answers for my questions, it to go find the person who helped make my father look natural as if he was sleeping. As I was trying to find the person who was responsible for the outstanding work that was done, I spotted an older African American man who wore an all black suit standing around looking calm as ever with two other guys who were also wearing a black suit standing near
This article is a narrative. It does not aim to analyse the topic. It describes the author's experiences at the mortuary and the resulting disturbing thoughts she had.
“In most human society's death is an extremely important cultural and social phenomenon, sometimes more important than birth” (Ohnuki-Tierney, Angrosino, & Daar et al. 1994). In the United States of America, when a body dies it is cherished, mourned over, and given respect by the ones that knew the person. It is sent to the morgue and from there the family decides how the body should be buried or cremated based on...
I did not know it at the time, but in November of 2005, I was knocking on death’s door. I was living in Naperville, IL with my girlfriend and her family. It was a few days before Thanksgiving, and the family was preparing for the holiday celebration. I was starting to feel a bit under the weather, but it was flu season.
Guess what? I was right about the air. A few days later, my father said he felt really hot. Over the next few days, black spots and boils started appearing all over my father’s body. I knew that he was soon going to die. As he lay on his deathbed, he told me, “John, once I die, the officials are going to board the house up. I don’t know...
My first experience with death as a child happened when I was eleven years old. My grandfather passed away in his sleep from heart failure. I had spent that night at a girlfriends, when I came home I asked my father where my mother was. He replied simply that my grandfather had passed and she was with my grandmother. It was not discussed any further and I went to my room where I awaited my mothers return. My mother proceeded to explain what happened. I was more concerned with her well being than the death itself. At the time I knew what death was. I had a fascination with death as a child, it was something that greatly interested me. My grandfather had a very traditional funeral. I was very timid and curious at the viewing. I felt uncomfortable
Death a familiar friend, who seemed to always show up when I least expect it. Somehow when he appeared and blindsided me, I should have known. Things never can stay that good for long. My grandmother, taken by death to once again be reunited with her soul mate after years of morning. With this came the harsh effects of the diagnosis, the hospital visits at all hours, medication, death, and home.
The career I want to study is dental hygiene. When telling people what my major is they all tend to ask the same question. The question what is usually asked is, “why do you want to work im peoples mouth’s. My response to the question is that the career will give me the opportunity to help people become more confident with their smiles. The question to me is kind of misleading about the career. Dental hygienists have more tasks to accomplish at the dental office other than being in peoples mouth’s.
Imagine yourself as a mortician, certified as an embalmer, retort operator, funeral director, and a funeral cosmetologist. You get a call late at night, there’s been a terrible accident and someone has died. You arrive at the hospital and are directed to a small room where the body of the deceased is being held. There’s blood all over the sheets as the doctor and coronary assistant zip up the body bag and inform you the body was badly mangled in a car accident, which is going to make reconstructing the deceased very difficult. Your assistant puts the body on the stretcher and loads it into the hearse while you talk to the wife of the deceased man. She tells you they plan to have a funeral so you give her your card and a reassuring word before leaving the hospital and driving back to the funeral home. Now your job begins, not only will you have to reconstruct this man’s disfigured body, but you must meet with the family, discuss funeral arrangements, and deal with the family’s emotional trauma that comes with losing a loved one. Although working in the funeral business can be emotionally draining, it’s a satisfying feeling to see mourning families able to say goodbye to their loved ones. Despite the fact that working so closely with the deceased can be chilling, Mortuary science can be a thrilling field to work in.
In the coming fall I will be pursuing my passion and career as a meteorologists at California University of Pennsylvania. As I approach the end of my senior year, many family members, family friends, friends, and adults have asked me the very innocent question, “What are your plans after high school?” or “What are you doing next year?”. I passionately respond that I am going to school for meteorology to pursue research. After I state this I hear responses such as “good for you”, “Oh, you want to be on TV”, “sounds interesting”, and “good luck”, and all the other generic college congratulatory remarks. However, I often hear the comments many meteorologists are jabbed with: “It must be nice to be 30% right and still get paid”, “I wish I could screw up at my job and not get fired”, “You have the best job, you can be completely wrong and still get paid”, and all variations of these listed above comments you can imagine. I typically just politely smile at the person who said these fighting words, and move on, however the more I think about these words my internal atmosphere becomes rather unstable.
When I began my senior year, the number one thing which people asked me was where I was going to college. Whether they actually knew me or not, that would be the first thing they asked once they found out I was in the final stretch of my high school career. Now, I obviously had a pre-planned answer for them, since I had answered the question so many times, but I always found it to be peculiar that people didn’t actually care at all about what I was going to do with my life; they just wanted to know where I was going to get my expensive piece of paper from.
INTRODUCTION: The following is my descriptive report of an autopsy performed on a middle, aged man who was involved in a motor vehicle accident. The autopsy was performed by Dr. Braun at the Clark County Medical Examiners’ office in Vancouver, Washington. I chose to observe an autopsy as opposed to a necropsy because in my career, I have performed many necropsies over the years. These necropsies were not forensic in nature and most likely lacked proper procedure. I wanted to observe how an autopsy is performed to be able to compare it to previous necropsies I have performed, as well as understand the differences and or similarities between an autopsy and a necropsy.
Most people dismiss anything having to do with death out of fear. The uncertainty some associate with death has caused Funeral Service to be a particularly taboo subject in society. One may assume funeral directors are the sketchy personalities enthralled with death, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Over the years, Funeral Service has progressed and become a larger industry. Funeral Service has changed in its history over time, affecting the education required, and the job they do today.
In the process of reading chapter two, I immediately thought back two years ago. I had the worst Stressor. I've had in my only 16 years of living. My great grandmother, who I lived with along with my mother, my whole life. She passed from stomach cancer. September 14 2013, I remember getting out of the shower with a smile on my face, and my grandmother casually walking in and said "Granny died at 2:34 this morning. I'm going to Chicago and I'll come back the day before the funeral. " My family works in the funeral industry but we do not own a funeral home and we have never buried such a close family member of ours. With my Step father and my mother losing their minds, and my little sister not knowing how to process this and my aunt just down right disappearing, I had to handle this. I was 14 at the time and I was calling on older friends to take me to the bank, finishing arrangements, picking clothes, doing the memorial video and the catering because none of my family offered to cook. I was panicking and literally running from place to place because I was trying to get things done. I was eating more and sleeping less, and from
Post-mortem photography was once a very popular American practice in the mid to late 19th century, and it was considered a healthy practice by families grieving for their loved ones. Such photographs were labeled memento mori, remembrance photographs, or memorial photographs rather than simply post-mortem photos. Since the invention of the daguerreotype process, “portrait photographers offered postmortem photos as a special service” (Hilliker 247). Often, only the upper half of the corpse would be photographed, but it was also common for full-body pictures to be taken where the corpse would be shown as seated or sleeping, sometimes with family members posed alongside them (Hilliker 247-250). The photographs were commonly “mounted on walls in parlors and bedrooms,” and were also kept i...
As you were not able to live with grief and did not have the childhood of your dream, you will offer this opportunity to your children. You will hope that your children admire you and think that they have the most beautiful, kind and caring mother.