When my dad asked if I wanted to visit a funeral home with him while he discussed my grandfather's funeral arrangements today (he's still kickin' at 93, but the family is pre-planning) I thought several things:
1) I have nothing better to do.
2) I can be emotional support.
3) Maybe I can learn something cool.
The funeral home was very 70's decor with dim lighting and boxes of tissues everywhere. There were also a lot of long, dark hallways. Not quite the quirky, macabre vibe of Six Feet Under, but pretty close.
On the flip side, I DID learn something cool (or maybe more accurately categorized as interesting). According to the funeral director (who was really, really nice) you can only ship cremains, through the U.S. Postal Service, in a cardboard box that must be wrapped in plain, brown paper and be sealed with old-fashioned, brown paper packing tape. He seemed to really enjoy sharing this tidbit of information.
Cremains? hahaha
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