A little about cars, mostly about pallbearers.
by littlemissfuneral
Last week, I had to go to AutoZone for a few items for my car. I happened to walk in right after I did a funeral, so I was all snazzy and such in my suit and high heels. Grabbing a funnel and a few other things, I proceeded to walk up to the cash register to check out. The gentleman up there gave me the once over and after taking my money asked if I needed any help with the car. Since I know zero about cars I would have normally taken this man up on his offer. However, being on a timeline I politely told the man no thanks. He gave me the once over yet again and said, “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you ruining that nice suit of yours.” I laughed a little, and once again declined. That just didn’t do it for the guy, though. “What do you do, anyways?”, he asked. Oh boy. Here we go, I thought to myself. I smiled, and told him, “I work in a funeral home.”
And you know, what? He surprised me. He surprised me on a couple of levels, actually. First, he smiled and said Really? Do you know ‘Such and Such’ over at ‘Such and Such Funeral Home? Wow, I thought, he doesn’t think I’m weird and actually knows a funeral director himself. He then surprised me when he told me that he was a ‘professional pallbearer’ for ‘Such and Such’ over at ‘Such and Such Funeral Home.’ And then I walked out of AutoZone with a bitter taste in my mouth.
You see, to me, the idea of a professional pallbearer is so horrid. Now, I can understand if a family does not have enough members of their immediate family and friends to act as a pallbearer, I can then understand why calling in helpers from the funeral home may be necessary. However, I cannot understand why, if the family has enough members, why then they would still choose to not have the honor of acting as a pallbearer. Because it is an honor.
To be a pallbearer means that the family of the deceased is trusting you to carry their loved on to their place of final rest. The family is trusting you to hold their loved on during their last journey. To walk them down the road that they cannot walk themselves. I worked with a family who had five kids. Their dad was sick for over a year. They told me during that year they did everything for him. They changed him, washed him and fed him. When he passed away, the five children and their mother walked him into Church. They said it was the last time they’d be able to do something for him that he wouldn’t be able to do for himself.
I know as funeral directors we can sometimes take the easy way out. Maybe having our staff be the pallbearers instead of the family because we don’t need to explain what to do every time. I know that as family members sometimes it can be difficult to carry a loved on to their final resting place. Maybe by disconnecting yourself from the funeral as much as possible you think that the entire process will be easier. But remember, we have traditions for a reason. And if you’re ever blessed with the honor of being a pallbearer, I hope you do it with pride and love in your heart.
This was beautiful Lauren. Glenn’s Aunt just died 2 weeks ago, and the family asked Mr. O, Glenn and Doug to all be pallbearers. Doug was undecided because he didn’t really know the woman. I told him it was an honor to be asked. It was as much as honor as being asked to be a God Parent or a best man. He chose to accept, and I was very proud of my “boys”!
I’ve been a pallbearer three times, each time for a grandparent. When my dad’s mother died I was still very young – my cousin and I took the middle positions behind our dads and basically just held on to the coffin rather than carrying. But it was important to be there, to do it. I did not really understand it then, but now I appreciate having had that opportunity.
In South Africa you also often find that the male mourners would take up the shovels and fill in the grave, sometimes just covering the coffin, sometimes filling it entirely. Unlike the pallbearers, this is informal and unplanned, but just as much a way to honour the deceased and gain closure for yourself.
In my youth as a young funeral director in a major East Coast metropolitan area, I too was a professional pallbearer. I was one of the few fellows that would “shoulder” the casket with 5 other professional pallbearers. We had a specific standard outfit and I am sure it looked very dignified and fitting for the family members. But that has been a really long time ago. Besides, many of the Catholic churches in the area had lots of steps and older folks just were not up to it. Then there are services where the family and friends are not healthy enough to be a pallbearer. It is indeed an honor to carry a loved one or dear friend. I have han many a service where the sons and daughters carried their parent and it was extremely fitting and right.
I agree 100%. Obviously, I will follow the families wishes but I always try to gently nudge them into having a family member or friend as a pallbearer. However, their are occasions when it is necessary.
Horrid? Perhaps that’s a little strong. Remember, projecting your values and ethics on to families sometimes isn’t necessarily the most helpful thing.
Back when I was an assistant, and also early on as a FD, I did professional pallbearing for wealthy families and such who judged it would add value to the service. I scrunched up my nose at it initially, but then I thought – who am I to judge others actions or motives?
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Up here in Quebec, the tradition goes with the professionnal pallbearer. Occasionnally, when we use our own chapel, the family will carry the loved one. Otherwise it’s the pro pallbearer.
I agree with the funeral home guy. It is always best practice to have a family member as a pallbearer, but also very important to honor the wishes of the family.
I was a pallbearer when my grandfather passed, and I remember it well. I was 12 or 13, and you’re right—it felt like an honor.
Thank you for the reminder—a well-written piece.