Funeral Fanatics

So I was researching people who are obsessed with funerals such as caskets, hearses and tombs and I found this website called undergroundhumor.com. They have t-shirts that say, “Have you hugged your funeral director lately?” and a “2010 sexy coffin calendar” and they even sell hearses. This website has the weirdest things ever! Don’t get me wrong I am all for funeral love, but I would never think of anything like this if I did not grow up in this business. How would you feel if one of your teachers had a sexy coffin calendar? I would geek out! Or if one of your dates picked you up in a Cadillac hearse, I would probably run away.
But I have come to find out that laughing at death can be helpful. If everyday you fear death then how are you supposed to fully live your life? So I say if you feel like having a small wooden casket as storage than have at it! Or if having a shirt that says, “All men are cremated equal,” for a price of 17.95 and you think it will make you feel better then go for it.
All you have to do now is check out the website: http://www.undergroundhumor.com/

From limos to hearses

How many of you out there can say you have been rode around in a horse drown hearse? Another perk I have of being a Funeral Director’s daughter. It’s like a glass casket on wheels driven by a horse and of course we have to own one? What happened to the simple station wagon? I guess there is nothing simple about the dead. All I know is I am happy I was riding in the front and not near that glass casket area.
We also owned a black limo and I loved to think that for some reason when I was 16 it would be all mine, sadly we sold it when I was 14, but hey! A girl can dream. The only downside about having these cars is that it takes a long time to clean them. Once when I was younger as a punishment I had to wash these cars in the big scary garage all by myself! Talk about cruel and unusual punishment.

The beginning

So I thought I would start from the beginning and work my way to now. My first realization that my dad had a more unique career than others was in kindergarten where we had to bring your parents to school. I understood my classmates fathers who talked about being a police officer and how he helped people, the father who was constructing buildings and even the fathers who worked at the offices downtown. But then my dad began talking and I was somewhat confused. All the other fathers handed out 911 magnets or fun stickers, but all my dad had to offer was some brochure that I could not even read, how boring! It was true my dad did have an office and he did help people, but he was not the run of the mill father and then I soon learned that my father was anything but boring.
When I started going to his work place I saw things that did not seem right to me. Why did he have these weird colored looking beds that random people were sleeping in? I did not understand why someone would pay my father to sleep in these seemingly uncomfortable concoctions. He tried to explain that there people were not just taking a relaxing nap but they were actually sleeping forever. At this age I was still confused so I just nodded my head naively. The only thing that I knew was every time I went to this weird place I was allowed free pop from the vendor in the center lounge.

Look whose selling caskets now

Normal?

Everyone has been asked that question, "what is a random fact about yourself?" You know the one that teachers or bosses ask to get to know more about you? And for some reason I have always answered, "well I am the daughter of a Funeral Director." And it is pretty funny to see the look on people's faces, like they have seen a ghost or something. But it's not just the title that is random, but the random things I have done because of that title.
For example, there is a big garage with caskets along side the walls and hearses galore where I used to practice my spike. Extra points if you hit the gold casket! Many people would think that is creepy and bizarre but I just looked at it as a huge place to practice my serve. Or would one ever think to bring a pimped out hearse to prom? Because I definitely did. Many normal teens would want to get a stretch limo, but not me. Why not use the resources you have? And after my prom dream I had to start concentrating about college and applications. So where would be the perfect spot? Hmm...the back lounge in the funeral home because let's face it, whose quieter than the dead?