So, what do you do for a living?
One of the strongest contenders in the world’s worst professions ladder, has to be that of the Sineater. Your pay consists of mere pennies, some rotten food and a really burdened soul! Flourishing in 18th and 19th Century Europe, mostly in parts of England, Scotland, or Wales, the role of the sin-eater was usually taken up by a person on the borderline of utter poverty.
The general gist of the job goes as follows: Families placed a piece of bread on the breasts of their departed loved ones, sometimes a cup of ale was also put on the side. The Sineater was then called upon to proceed with the consumption of the food placed on the body of the dead. The sins of the deceased were believed to be soaked up in the bread and passed on to the Sineater. Sometimes a short speech was given, giving guarantee for the passage of the deceased on to heaven. The speech generally followed along the lines of:
“I give easement and rest now to thee, dear man. Come not down the lanes or in our meadows. And for thy peace I pawn my own soul. Amen.”
Bertram S. Puckle in his book Funeral Customs: Their Origin and Development, gives us an account of the Sin-eater as a social outcast:
“Abhorred by the superstitious villagers as a thing unclean, the sin-eater cut himself off from all social intercourse with his fellow creatures by reason of the life he had chosen; he lived as a rule in a remote place by himself, and those who chanced to meet him avoided him as they would a leper. This unfortunate was held to be the associate of evil spirits, and given to witchcraft, incantations and unholy practices; only when a death took place did they seek him out, and when his purpose was accomplished they burned the wooden bowl and platter from which he had eaten the food handed across, or placed on the corpse for his consumption”.
The last known Sineater was Richard Munslow, who died in 1906.
So what do you think? Still hating your job?