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Catherine Jo Morgan's avatar

When my life partner died, it was just before midnight. For the past several days, family and friends had visited her, knowing she was near the end (from ovarian cancer, that sneaky thing.)

I called the hospice, and the nurse on duty said she'd drive up from the city. After she examined Marge and pronounced the time of death (into the next date, by the time she arrived), she said she'd phone the funeral home to come pick up the body. My daughter and I said "No, absolutely not! We want to keep her here till we're ready for the funeral home to take her."

The nurse insisted that legally that was not permitted, but of course I stood her down because I knew it was indeed, permitted. It turned out that the nurse had only dealt with deaths in the hospital, not in the home.

I talked with the mortuary we had prearranged long before, through our state's branch of the Memorial Society that limits costs and last-minute decisions. (https://memorialsocietyofgeorgia.org/) Of course it was fine; they'd wait for me to call before they came to get the body. I've often wondered, since that night, how many people are bullied into letting the body of a loved one be taken away because an "expert" said it had to be that way.

Our Episcopal priest brought us hugs and prayers, and holy water and sprigs of evergreen with which she sprinkled and blessed Marge's body. All day long, people came to say goodbye and to place something on Marge's body that symbolized their appreciation for her. Eventually her face and heart and hands were completely covered.

This took all day. It was very slow...ceremonial...and it felt exactly right.

It wasn't till sunset that it felt like time to let her body go. A close friend brought her big frame drum and two more drums for us. As the two men from the mortuary tenderly lifted Marge's body onto their stretcher, my friend and daughter and I began to drum, in a slow, steady rhythm that the drums themselves seemed to choose.

And so, crying, we drummed her out as the sun began to drop below the hills. My feeling was then, and remains unchanged, that I couldn't have borne to let her body go without the drumming. In days after, other people drummed in her memory. She was well and deeply loved.

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Analisa Roche's avatar

I have long wanted the most environmentally friendly final arrangements possible: a plain, untreated pine box, for example (rented, ideally, although I don't know if you can be buried without a coffin).

I have recently learned from Caitlin Doughty's YouTube channel https://www.youtube.com/user/OrderoftheGoodDeath that one can opt out of embalming, which is terrible for the environment, and creates an overall unnatural final experience. I do understand that things need to move more quickly when one is not using embalming fluid, and I'm ok with that. I learn a great deal from Caitlin.

I don't want death to be this mysterious, unspoken-of, far-away, scary thing. I want to know about it, be part of it. To not cast away the dead to be someone else's "problem". I love Catherine's story above as it reflects this understanding. It actually reminds me of my ideal birth, which it took me four babies to get - I didn't want anyone telling me when to push or counting in my face while I did. My body knew when to push. I didn't even have to consciously choose it. Two pushes was all it took to deliver him this way. I like the parallels here between lower-intervention birth and lower-intervention death.

Thank you for writing about this, and for hosting the conversation. <3

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