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The Funeral Home Experience

I have held many jobs in my 63 years of life but nothing as interesting as when I was a funeral director. It was 2016, and I had only been working at the funeral home for about 8 months. Tracy; a co-worker; and I were working late putting the finishing touches on a lady ready who service the next day. The room we were in is one of the quietest rooms in the funeral home and while we were getting the lady ready, the radio started playing some old Glenn Miller music from the 1930’s – 1940’s, Tracy and I looked at each other, “That’s weird” Tracy said. “Maybe the volume was just too low for us to notice”, I responded. We continued with our preparation. After we had finished up everything, we started the cleaning up process. I was getting ready to turn off the lights when Tracy said “Turn off the radio”. I went over to the radio and reached out to turn it off, I froze with my arm stretched out, Tracy asked “Is everything ok?” I shook my head; no. Tracy came over to see what the problem was, I heard her gasp as she realized what I was looking at. I was pointing at the radio, and it was unplugged. At that moment the music stopped, needless to say we exited the funeral home as quickly as possible.


The next day I was running the music for the service, the family brought in a cd filled with 5 songs they wanted played. I was handed a paper with numbers on it in the order they were to be played. No titles, just numbers. I put the CD in and programmed the played and started the music. I could see Tracy was standing at the chapel door greeting the friends and family who came for the service. When the music started Tracy and I looked at each other in surprise. It was the same music we had heard the night before. After the service one of the family members; her niece I believe; overheard Tracy and I talking about the music. She asked if the music had been a bad choice I said “No, not at all, the music great” She gave a sigh of relief and said good, it turns out that she had picked out the music because it was the type of music her Aunt loved to listen to at home. Tracy and I reassured her the music had been perfect. Later, Tracy and I were talking about how creepy it was that the music we had heard the night before and at the service were the same. Our boss asked what we were talking about, so we gave him a complete account of everything that had happened. “You guys are full of it, things like that don’t happen, it was just your imagination.” Our boss said. A week later our boss was working late getting a person ready for a service. I went downstairs a day later, and the radio was nowhere to be found.

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The Funeral Home Experience

I have held many jobs in my 63 years of life but nothing as interesting as when I was a funeral director. It was...