does anybody ship me
aww thx bby
omg lol do i have a fandom? what do you call yourselves?
im not an embalmer lol is my blog going to revert back to the days when everyone thought i was a girl for the longest time
it is a harder job than my job at the funeral home, but it is less complicated. meaning, i’m no longer managing a whole facility and half of a second. i wear far fewer hats. but the work is, if anything, more difficult, especially physically. but far less complicated; especially because i no longer have to deal with the personalities at my last job and keeping all that in line.
as far as forgetting everything, i don’t think theres really anything i could forget…i learned a ton at the funeral home about the industry, how it works, who to know, how people relate to each other in it…it’s not really techniques, it’s just a way of being that you don’t really forget
i make more money than i imagined i ever would at this point in my life at “only” the crematorium. i’m not rich by any means, but i’m very happy with my pay for a 26-year-old only out of college for 3 years (with a BA in English). i know a lot of people who still can’t get a job, flounder from job to job, or aren’t happy with their pay. i feel very lucky.
most funeral homes don’t have crematories, period. but some crematories run a pet business as well as human cremations. most often, though, veterinary offices have a local crematory that they deal with that comes to pick up the animals, so when you take your pet to the vet to be put to sleep (or it dies from injuries at the vet), you pay the vet office for the cremation, who then calls a crematory who will perform the cremation, then deliver the ashes back to the vet office where you pick them up. although some, like ours, services vet offices as well as takes animals in directly.
right now, we’re insanely busy, so literally all i do is cremate. load a body, burn it up, scrape it out, load again. if i’m left alone to do what i have to do, i can get around 8 done in an 11-hour work day (we have two units). but other times my day is cremations, animal and human pickups, delivery of ashes, checking in bodies. my job is a lot less complicated than it was when i was at the funeral home, and that’s nice.
i listen to fast car at least twice a day on youtube so youtube only recommends tracy chapman videos to me
AND HE STIIIIILL CRIES OUT FOR HEE-E-ER
DON’T LEAVE ME
DON’T LEAVE MEEE
This is Teenie, who was buried in 2009. His skeleton is nearly complete and is super pretty. Currently, he’s soaking in hydrogen peroxide to sterilize and bleach the bones. #catlady #skeleton
🎶 I got a card up my sleeve; name it and I’ll pull it out your rear 🎶
"She reckoned that anyone, looking back over her life, could pick out one year and say, ‘That was the best.’ It seemed that, for everyone, there was one spell of seasons when everything came together, smooth and glorious and full of wonder. It was only later on that you might wonder why it happened that way. It was like putting ten different savory things in the cold-pantry all at once, so each took on a bit of the others’ flavors; the mushrooms had a taste of ham and the ham of mushrooms; the venison had the slightest wild taste of partridge and the partridge had the tiniest hint of cucumbers. Later on in life, you might wish that the good things which all befell in your one special year had spread themselves out a little more, that you could maybe take one of the golden things and kind of transplant it right down in the middle of a three-year stretch you couldn’t remember a single blessed good thing about, or even a bad one, and so you knew things had just gone on the way they were supposed to in the world God had created and Adam and Eve had half uncreated—the washing had gone out, the floors had been scrubbed, the babies had been cared for, the clothes had been mended; three years with nothing to break up the gray flow of time but Easter and the Fourth of July and Thanksgiving and Christmas."
—Stephen King, The Stand