Every year, I go to the local Mortician’s Hop. The annual embalmer’s society clambake and dinner dance. You don’t know how difficult it is to get a date until you’ve asked someone to go to the mortician’s ball with you. I get lots of laughter. Then folks get real quiet when they realize I am serious.
There are always raffles and door prizes. I won a headstone once, which I turned in for cash. But there are other prizes, from embalmer’s polo shirts (shrank) to the airline tickets (got me to Boston).
An Italian casket company, confanifunebri, is using provocatively-clad models to sell their handmade and carved wooden caskets. They’re going for the goth look, trying to make death sexy. Some folks, including those at the Vatican, dislike it. I’m not sure exactly why, perhaps they make death look too appealing.
But I liked this one.They have other material, including T-shirts. I should tell the guys who run the clambake. The casket site reminded me strongly of the LA County Coroner’s Gift Shop.