Jethro Bodine
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My friend worked at a funeral home. He wasn't licensed but he did embalming and dressing, etc. He was always into death when we were kids.As a policeman I had the same opportunity once at a crematorium that was run by a friend of my partner. He let me watch for as long as I wanted and I had the same feeling. Certainly compared to the decomposing corpses we would get called on that had been found in hot houses or apartments in the summer, cremation was downright glamorous. The intense heat from those gas jets seemed so clean, quick, and sanitary in comparison.
I also found it ironic that since it was in a big city, they had to be careful not to let people in the neighborhood know what they did there and to only do cremations late at night when people wouldn't notice the smoke from the chimney. This was in an area with lots of drug addicts who thought nothing of filling their bodies with horrible poisons that ruined their short lives and had no problem putting a bullet in the body of some other guy on the sidewalk, yet they would totally freak out by some smoke from a chimney if they knew it was a human body burning. Makes no sense to me. Seems like the aversion to cremation is based much more on superstition than on any fact or true word from God.
But hey, today we're still alive. God saw some reason to wake me and the rest of us up again this morning, so let's see what He has in store for all of us today!
Almost twenty years ago he said he made 38K a year including bennies. This was in a small Indiana town where the going wage for working class stiffs (yes, pun intended) was $8.00 an hour. He hated the hours though. But he had lots of stories of picking up the well known people of the community when they died. He used to let me peak in at the 'residents' in the prep room and in the viewing rooms when I visited him at work. Pretty gross work if you ask me (he has even cleaned up blood and bodily discharges from places where they picked up bodies).
As you say, somebody's gotta do it.