open casket funeral by Bogdan Dragos

what would be the reason
to have an open casket funeral?

Why should the living
see the dead?

He addressed the questions to no one
in particular
but his dead wife answered from the
picture on the wall
"Don't you wanna see me, darling?"

"Not like that, I don't," he said. "That's
why I have your portrait. So I don't
have to look at your
dead body in the casket. But your
mom wouldn't understand..."

"Darling, I think you're the one
who doesn't
understand. And I think it's
time we talk about your therapist."

"What about my therapist?"

"You tell me. You tell me why did she have
to tell you that she's single now
and looking to settle. I thought she
was supposed to
help you cope with the premature death
of your wife, not tell you her
problems."

"Dear, please..."

"And one more thing. I don't like
the medicine she
prescribed you. Have you even read the
label? That shit's dangerous, you
know?"

He stormed out of
the room and
went straight to the morgue
and told the morticians to seal his
dead wife's lips with glue or
something

They looked at him like he
was crazy

"What is it?" he asked

"Well, sir, to glue the dead's lips
for the open casket ceremony is
just... standard procedure. Else the mouth
opens and it's not a pretty sight. Did
you work with the dead or something?"

He thought a bit
"Yeah," he said. "Something... something
like that."

15 comentarios sobre “open casket funeral by Bogdan Dragos

    1. To be clear, I have enjoyed numerous and uplifting conversations with the dead. They make great listeners. Their feedback is universally reassuring and in line with my point of view.
      And, no, I am not eager to join them. Not eager to return to a heap of ashes. And certainly I don’t want to invite even a handful of sad mourners to spill tears on my shriveled corpse.
      My mom was my truest and best friend. I prefer to remember her kneeling at her rose garden, cooking dinner at the stove, or shedding a tear of gratitude for her sons and the lives we shared.
      Ric d. Stark

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  1. Right on point.

    My father was cremated. I held his hand as he lapsed from here to…wherever. I helped the mortician lift his body on the gurney, said goodbye, and that was it. Only pictures at the funeral.

    My mom passed suddenly. They held the body until my brothers and I could arrive to pay our respects. At her funeral, I could only see her gray dead frozen face when it gazed upon her portrait.

    Ric d. Stark

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