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Wow, I wasn't expecting to get a job like this. It's only for the summer, maybe part-time when school starts back up. Main reason I like it, is it's not excruciating, and the job offers medical/dental benefits, pd. 2 weeks vacation for the first year, if I stay.
Day one consisted of putting a women in her final resting site. Mind you she was 300 pounds when she died. So considering dead weight plus the casket, it was a grunter...The day also was filled with conversations with the guy I work with. And ofcourse the subject of God comes up, what are my beliefs, do you think God is human? and so on..How his grandfather has encountered aliens(and his granddaddy would never tell a lie!)
"The devil is everywhere and everyone is on drugs. That damn information superhighway....he's got it to where you can sin at the click of a button."
He's a bit strange, but I guess that comes with the territory. Occasionally I would ask him questions about how the place is operated, any horror stories and whatnot. Well apparently caskets leak bodily fluids, and one time while he was moving a coffin(which he called a butter dish) and the lid wasn't secure and "shit just poured out all over him," he said. Could you imagine the stench? The guy painted a rosy picture for me. I could faintly smell death when we started talking about that, weird. I also asked him how the place held up during hurricane Charley. He said there were caskets and bodies that were being prepared exposed out in the street. Pretty messed up!! The families never knew though, which is good.
Today, we did basic lawn maintenance, trimming around headstones(or, "markers" as he called them). The sun was scorching hot today. Sweat was pouring off me. But the funny thing is, after a while, it seems like any old job, you kind of forget you're working in a cemetery at times, except when you have to lower a casket or place them in the mausoleum. It feels odd putting someone away in their resting place. Here is this total stranger that I never knew, but here I am laying them in their spot for eternity. I am very careful, and respectful of the dead. It may sound weird, but unless you've done it before, there is a very spiritual thing going on that is felt when putting someone away. It's almost as if time stands still when it's happening, a sense of calm. Almost trippy like.
I bet some pretty fly young widows go there. Get the key for the mausoleum and you're all set.
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Even now, if I see in my soul the citron-breasted fair one,
Still gold-tinted, her face like our night stars,
Drawing unto her; her body beaten about the flame,
Wounded by the flaring spear of love,
My first of all reason of her fresh years,
Then is my heart buried alive in snow.
Right around the 4 minute mark is one of my favorite transitions ever...
Layne breaks into a scream only he could do and Cameron (I beleive it's Matt Cameron from Pearl Jam and Soundgarden) kicks in the tight drum beat. And then McCready comes in, wailing.....yeah.
-------------------- Every mistake, intentional or otherwise, in the above post, is the fault of the reader.
A road is a flattened-out wheel, rolled up in the belly of an airplane.
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