Why become a Mortician?

Hello everyone! I've finally been able to make another blog post. I've been debating on what to write about for the last six days and when to post, probably going to stick to posting every Sunday. For this post, I decided to answer the question that I probably will have to repeat for the rest of my life: why become a Mortician?

The simple answer to that question is: because I want to, but I know that's not the answer many people are looking for. I'll start with how I came to that decision first, maybe my answer will become clear soon enough.

It was during the second week of January in 2013. I had the flu and was bedridden and feeling extremely miserable.

Somehow, I managed to sit up long enough to eat and that is when my mind started to wander. I thought of a hypothetical situation where I had a terminal illness and pasted away. Questions like, would anyone grieve? Would anyone attend my funeral? As I continued to ask questions more questions popped into my head.

Then, I wondered about my own funeral, thinking about how it would be arranged and how I wanted the funeral director to treat my family. I would not want them to be scammed or pressured to buy the best of the best things for me only to throw dirt on it. I would want them to be comfortable and trust the funeral director that would be handling everything. Shortly after that, I thought about how I would treat grieving families if I were a funeral director. Being that I am that kind of person, I almost always view things from other perspective.

Later when I was feeling a little, I decided to read a bit on morticians; what are their job requirements, how to become one, what do they do, and bunch of other facts about them.  The more I read, the more interested I became.

I decided then, that being a funeral director is what I wanted to be and work towards when I got to college. Luckily for me, my high school had an internship program that allowed students to experience what is like to be in the working force. I interned at a funeral home that was pretty close to my school for a couple of months, which helped  confirm that the career I chose was the one for me.

I suppose you could say I saw this coming, because as I grew up the concept of death did not seem gross or sad as portrayed by family, friends, and the media. The idea of being next to a cadaver does not bother at all.

 To me, being a mortician is not just about being around the dead bodies and embalming, it is about helping people confront their deceased loved one and facing the fact that they have passed on.

It is kind of funny thinking about it now, if it weren't for the flu I had for that dreadfully long week, I would not have made the decision to become a mortician.





Until next time,

chubbyofthedead

First steps of Mortality's Assistant

I'm not sure how one goes about making or even maintaining a blog, but here I am. I'm going to express my compassion about the death industry, my journey, and advice on the road to being a mortician.

I'm currently in college majoring in Mortuary Science, working toward being a funeral director. Although, this is my second year working toward my goal of being the ULTIMATE UNDERTAKER, I still have a long way to go. And, what makes matters worse, I am one out of twelve students in my major program (according to the Dean of my major program as of November 2014); making me a rare and lonely commodity. So, that brings me to this blog. I've decided to reach out in ways I wouldn't normally do and put myself as well as my opinions out in the embracing arms of the interwebs. Hopefully, what I get in return are lifelong companions and positive feedback.

To be honest, my blogs will most likely be short to the point as I'm not really into writing and all that jazz, with a side of enthusiastic jazz hands. However, I will at least keep them entertaining and/or informative for all who pity my naive blog and actually read my horrid babble.






Until next time,

chubbyofthedead