It was about 9:30 pm and I was nodding off in my easy chair. I was contemplating going to bed or taking a quick nap before settling in my warm bed. My peaceful easy feeling was interrupted by the shrill ringing of a phone at maximum volume. As if scripted from a play, I sharply rose to catch the call before the second ring expired – still remembering my mortuary school professors teaching, “A funeral home should always answer the phone at the end of the second ring….”
“Hood Mortuary, this is Ryan,” I answered, trying to sound as if this call was expected and not in the least bit irritating in the view of the sleep I will now miss. A nursing home, about an hour away, was requesting our services for a removal.
Every funeral director knows this feeling. Holidays interrupted, sleep lost, family gatherings abandoned. It beckons a long sigh as we rise to the challenges of being a funeral professional.
Why do we do it? Our trade is an honorable endeavor that dates back to the times of Pharaohs. We are called upon when most people would not know what to do.