Not long ago, I was at an event up
north and one of the motivational speakers there named Tim Richardson told me
about a banner he'd seen. It was at a place where deceased loved ones were
turned into ashes. A crematorium.
Tim said the banner they had
hanging on the front of the building seemed wrong somehow. Wrong in the first
place because it just didn't seem dignified to hang a banner on the front of a
institution that ushers the remains of folks to eternal rest. And even wronger
because the banner said, "We do cremations right."
Really? Have we reached the time in
our national decline from all things mannerly and appropriate that we wax
hyperbolic and competitive about the services we render in the
funeral
industry?
We do cremations right?
Has there been a spate of
cremations done wrong that the ordinary cremation consumer has been subjected
to? "Yeah, I took in my granny and boy oh boy did they mess her up. Not
even close to complete incineration. And the urn had obviously been purchased
on sale at K-Mart."
I suppose it's possible. A
crematorium I once visited had a fancy machine that automatically sifted the
cremated ashes to take out lumps of bone and other bits like tooth fillings and
such. It was called, of all things, a cremulator, which for some reason sounded
like a machine I operated when I was a teenager working at Dairy Queen.
So it's possible some less than
right crematorium didn't employ a cremulator and the one that does cremations
right does. "We were so disappointed in what that inferior place did with
Aunt Madge. The ashes were a little
chunky...
"So we took her into the place
that does cremations right. And had her re-cremated."
America, ya gotta love it.
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