#funerals tw

[smoogieboogie]

For my new job I have a 30 day training plan. Week 1 was just shadowing with the people at my home location and just getting the feel for the funeral home and getting my desk set up yada yada. Week 2 starts tomorrow and I'm supposed to go to what we call the "care center" which is where all the embalmbing happens and it's intense in there, I'm supposed to shadow the morticians for half the week and then shadow our transfer teams the rest of the week. Transfer team is the people who go out and retrieve the deceased people from say hospitals, hospice, treatment centers, and residential homes etc.. Basically just, starting tomorrow it's going to be an extremely challenging week... wish me fucking luck yall I'm going to be very very up close and personal with the dead like I've never been before and bitch I'm nervous!!

[arobats]

saw a post that reminded me of one of the weirdest situations ive ever been in and i just need to tell people about it

i was at the visitation the day before my dad's funeral, bc like. he died. and my family was spread across a big room bc it was june 2020 so we were trying to space people out. so i was sitting on this couch by myself as people milled about and told us how sorry they were. which is honestly wildly uncomfortable but that's not the point.

a lady came up to me to and i recognize her, she is in the same sewing / quilting group as my mom, so she stays nearby to keep me company bc id been alone for a little while. which was fine.

another lady (again, same group, but i don't know her personally like the first lady) comes up, glances at me and says the whole "so sorry for your loss" thing, and then turns to the first lady and starts talking about how stressed she is, she and her husband have had to move her mother into their house because her mom developed dementia, and all the changes they've been having to make both to the house itself and to their schedules to accommodate her and her doctors appointments, and on and on and on

fully in front of me

and it was probably only like. ten or fifteen minutes? but to me it honestly felt like at LEAST an hour

i didn't say anything because i didn't want to be rude and i don't want to be all "me me me" but we were literally at my dad's funeral??? i kept having to pull my mask down to blow my nose because i couldn't stop crying??? i couldn't even make myself look towards one part of the room because that's where the casket was????

and this lady is standing in front of me, bitching about her mom, and because they were standing there no one else came over to talk to me because they didn't want to intrude or interrupt "our" (her) conversation

at the time i was mostly baffled (too much grief to be angry) but in retrospect it's kind of hilarious

[firststayfortea]

just saw a tiktok saying something like "both magnus and percy showed up at their funerals, what if annabeth had hope jason would too"

excuse me im gonna go sob in a corner now

[finalprcphet]

( sinqua walls, he/him ) heaven’s gates open to you, [ foster strickland ]. on earth, you are a [ thirty six ] year old [ cis man ]. in the great fellowship, you are immortal. together, you work with your family as [ a runner ] of [ the farm ]. you will be embraced, and your faults are made non existent. you are the embodiment of [ aching legs sprinting across dry dirt, heart thudding with the pounding of feet, soft smiles shared with loved ones, and daydreams that never seem to end ]. ( maric, 21+, cst, he/him, n/a )

foster’s lived a relatively normal life. he was born in nebraska city on a farm that his parents ran and operated. he literally grew up shucking corn, and he loved every second of it. the farm life was definitely for him. he liked the great outdoors; he liked working with his hands. he liked being with his family.

that all changed when they had to sell the farm. his paternal grandma, who lived in mississippi, came down with an illness, and foster and his family, having almost nothing left, decided to move down there with her. maureen strickland was grateful for the influx of people, and she all forced them to take her to church every sunday where foster and his family were finally introduced to alastair cross.

when maureen passed away, alastair showed them love and made her funeral bearable in their time of grief. foster and his family took to alastair with kindness, but when the holy house was built, foster lost a bit of faith in alastair. he’d listened to cult podcasts before, and it was a little suspicious. still, he didn’t want to leave his family behind, so he traveled to the holy house with them. now, he keeps his doubts under wraps. no sense in stirring the pot. alastair hasn’t done anything too strange.

yet.

[delusionland]

i've been thinking about bruce putting the robins thru grave-training as in ‘bruce makes sure the robins can physically get out of graves if a supervillain ever puts them through that’ bc i made it canon to this blog for THE HOMIES. lol and like. 

i think the reason he did it is this fear&also want that his parents aren't really dead, bc he can still. feel them. if that makes sense. 

their death doesnt feel real in a permeanant way to him still even tho it drives everything he does to the point he's p much been driven fruitlessly into wild abandon coping mechanisms that hurt all the people he loves. 

 like logically he knows he'll never have his parents back. but a part of him is always like. if i talk to them, they can hear me. if i do things for them, they can see that. they can always tell if i'm keeping my promise. 

he can feel these false expectations he thinks they have to him so permeantly in his head. sometimes he thinks he buried them but they weren't really dead and after jason especially---he digs them out just to check and it still doesn't feel real, still feels like maybe they're out there, you know? 

it's part of his guilt. that it was wrong to put them in the ground and bury them bc they could've irrationally still been alive but they're dead now for sure and now it's his fault in a new way. 

 Bruce is a detective but he's not a logical person at all, he's more driven by feelings always, he's more a cop than a detective in his later years especially. he checks things, over and over again, and thats what he's good at. filing, checking, waiting, watching, checking again, making trackers and traps and bombs, checking, filing, waiting, sneaking... 

 it just makes sense to me that a part of him would always be like 'what if my parents didnt really die' especially bc funerals are... the fakest fucking unreal thing. an open casket is like. they repair everything and they dont look dead they just look like they're SLEEPING. and bruce as a boy would see that an internalize that idk it just makes sense to me

[delimeful]

Out of curiosity, what are the funerary practices of each of the cultures of the boys in wibar? Not for nefarious reasons whatsoever.

this is an incredibly menacing and frightening ask but i will answer it anyhow… 

the simplest to explain would probably be ampen funerals, which are more focused on the mourning of the departed spirit than how the body of the departed is laid to rest. most are enshrouded in bright funeral shrouds, weighed down by ceremonial petrified wood, and sent out to the planet’s seas to meet their deity of creation at the bottom of the ocean.

for ulgorii, there is a strong belief in reincarnation, with one of the primary religions focused on living as many lives and touching as many people as needed (through reincarnation and empathy alike) before ascending to be one with all life. the funeral rites consist of rhythmic hymns and religious symbols/family crest painted on the body before cremation. the ashes are then spread in one of the planet’s huge forests, hence returning to the cycle on every level. 

crav’on funeral rites are similar to what people on earth would call a “celebration of life” event. since there is heavy emphasis on justice through battle, good names, and a sort of chivalry in crav’on culture, the departed are celebrated and remembered for what they have accomplished in life. the family of the deceased is encouraged to go through the process of grieving together before the wake, and emotions run high for the entire three days of remembrance. at the end, cremation takes place on a pyre, and the ashes and burned bones/scales are kept in an urn.

[baapi-makwa]

tried to add funeral sandwich to the lays pick your flavor thing but bologna wasn't one of the options 🙁

[a-chilleus]

this afternoon i sang (with the choir) at a funeral. of a person i didn't know. it was extremely strange. i don't have anything else to say about it, i just needed to say that it happened. i'm tired.