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The priestly calling of embalming

Sunday, 4 December 2011

 

Embalmer Glenn Bergeron holds a booklet of the names of those he has worked on at the Thibodaux Funeral Home in Thibodaux, La.

 

Say what you like about embalming, a lot of the people who do it feel like this about it.

Bergeron had been in seminary four years when he lost his calling, drawn more to the prospect of marriage and having a family. He was 32, an aspiring poet and essayist as versed in the music of Mississippi John Hurt as in the writings of St. Augustine.

After visiting an embalming room, he had found in death a way to stay close to God. The room’s tiled space seemed to him no less sacred than a church. The embalmers, dressed in aprons, sleeves rolled up, attended to corpses laid out on tables that looked like altars. Their work reminded him of the preparation of the Eucharist during Mass, something profound and holy.

Entire article in the Los Angeles Times here

4 comments on “The priestly calling of embalming

  1. Jonathan

    Tuesday 6th December 2011 at 12:46 am

    I’d love to be able to agree with you about transcendence, Patrick, and I’m sure embalmers get high on their skills, but embalming just looks to me like mutilation unless there’s a good reason for it.

    Such a ‘meaningful encounter with [our] mortality’ that Rupert speaks of can, with careful handling, bring someone forward through acceptance, and in my opinion it needs to be at least encouraged by those able to facilitate it. That’s just good practice.

    There are many, however, who are carelessly permitted an unsupported confrontation with an unattractive dead body that they’re not prepared for. That’s bad practice.

    Then there are those who contrive, chemically or otherwise, to deny death and postpone it till… well, until when? What will make us more ready in the future to rescue death from exile so it can do its vital work for us? When we’ve safely figured out how to fix the car and pay the bills and get on with life without the old man? When we’re safely out of the way of the busy funeral director whose real problem is that he can’t handle our actual grief? When? What does putting it off achieve, other than an unpleasant aroma (the very thing embalming is designed to prevent) lurking in the subconscious?

    Death, like disease, doesn’t hide when you disguise it. “I want my last memory of him to be a good one” is a common complaint, and a common cause of gratitude is when that’s achieved. But he’s not in there any more; he’s elsewhere beside his body, if anywhere, and that’s where we need to be looking if we want to find him now, not in our daydreams.

    ‘Viewing’ (ugh) his body should serve only to convince us of this essential truth, not distract us from it. Embalming is, in America, only a recent fashion after all, so let’s not collude with elevating it to a time-honoured essential service to the dead without at least being quite clear with mourners about what it is, what it involves, and when and why it may be appropriate.

  2. Monday 5th December 2011 at 4:36 pm

    This story resonated for me, as I’m sure it does for many others who do this work. What is moving and transcendent is the care and tenderness given to the physical remains another human – a gift to the dead and the caregiver alike. This can happen on a pyre, or in a ritual washing too.
    I applaud the dedication and calling of these men, but why should this experience be the sole province of the embalmer? I wish more families had the opportunity to participate in this powerful process of giving a last gift to their loved one.

  3. Monday 5th December 2011 at 11:27 am

    Very Lynchian in tone, isn’t it?

  4. Monday 5th December 2011 at 11:22 am

    The restoration of a horrifically mutilated child’s body so his tormented mother can see him again is indeed good work. The routine and unnecessary denial of the physical aspects of death is part of a paternalism that excludes people from a properly meaningful encounter with their mortality.

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