The Natural Death Centre Charity proudly presents The NDC Death Café 2.30pm – 5.30pm Sunday, 4th November London NW2 6AA (Willesden Green underground station) A fundraising event celebrating the 21st birthday of the Natural Death Centre This Death Café will be held at the former office of the Natural
Dear Mr Greenfield, This has been a horrible week for you. Or has it? You will have by now appraised your reputational vulnerability, conducted a jeopardy assessment and learned how many people watched The British Way of Death. Taking heart from the recovery of Co-operative Funeralcare, you may be reckoning
Just over a week ago Daisy asked me to go with her to visit her neighbour John so we could help with the arrangements for his wife’s funeral. Barely had we stepped across the threshold when Daisy disappeared down the hall with a cheery, ‘I’ll make us a nice
Phillip Greenfield, Chief Executive of Funeral Partners and owners of Gillman’s Funeral Directors who featured in last night’s Exposure programme of ‘The British Way of Death’ has made a video statement of the company’s response to the revelations. The full text of what he says can be found on the
Producer-director Ben Anderson (the first undercover undertaker, back in the day) says this: “That Funeral Director on your local High Street that looks like a trustworthy and caring family run business probably isn’t…this is an unregulated world in desperate need of reform.” Fair comment? You can read the ITV
The chapel where it happened A burglar is engaged in his work of ransacking a chapel wherein lies a dead person awaiting their funeral. He is disturbed, mid-rampage, by the arrival of the undertaker coming to get everything ready for the service. The burglar, panicked, attempts to climb into
Green, eco, alternative funeral directors Overheard at the Joy of Death convention: “I wish all these conventional funeral directors weren’t here, I think this event should only be for progressives.” My heart sank. We don’t need another postcode gang in Funeralworld. It’s beginning to feel like Peckham. Name-calling, in-fighting, backstabbing.
Poppy Mardall thinks this would make a good funeral song. Well I know my death will not come ‘Til I breathe all the air out my lungs ‘Til my final tune is sung That all is fleeting Yeah, but all is good And my love is my whole being