Today there happened something that made me, a very glassy funeral attendant, very sad. To be precise, three things are to help a father send away his son who was intellectually disabled when he was a child because of a quack doctor who accidentally injected penicillin, the second is that I saw things that I shouldn't have seen in the cremation workshop, and the third thing is my colleague's emotion about life. It made a huge wave of my originally calm heart.
As soon as I got to work in the morning, I received a ** from the front desk, saying that it was the body that I picked up yesterday, and the family came to prepare for cremation, so we sent the body to the cremation workshop in advance. On the way to the funeral room, I met this father, about 70 years old, his eyes were red, I don't know if he had cried or he didn't rest well last night, his spirit seemed a little sluggish, and he was walking towards the place where the cremation procedures were carried out with the support of his daughter and grandson.
When another colleague and I brought the body of the deceased to the cremation workshopThe master in charge of cremation told us to put the body in the No. 5 cremation furnace, and also intimately told us to lay a special fire blanket and wait for the family to confirm before cremation. The two of me looked around, searched around with my eyes grown, and finally found the cardboard box containing the cremation blanket in a corner, and when I opened the cardboard box to see if there was still a cremation blanket inside, a scene shocked me. It's not a cremation blanket at all, it's what's inside, and it's ashes. Piece by piece, white, not much, it should be for one person.
Although I was surprised to see what I saw, I quickly calmed down. We continued to search for the cremation blanket, and finally found it, and when we put the body on the cremation table, the family members from there also came. It was the deceased's sister who confirmed the body, the gray-haired father only glanced through the glass outside, and after a short pause, the machine was turned on, the body was sent to the crematorium, and a new journey of his own was quietly begun.
Coming out of the cremation workshop, my colleague said inexplicably: People, it seems to be like this, that's it. When these words came into my ears, my head seemed a little confused, as if something was covering my eyes, and the white bone in the cardboard box in my mind seemed to have turned into a sledgehammer, striking this fragile glass heart of mine.
So, what exactly is it to be human? Born with shouting, and when you leave, it is so quiet, not taking a trace of clouds with you, leaving only a pile of ashes that weigh as much as when you were born. If he is an elite of society and has made a slight contribution to this society, people will still see his obituaries and achievements on the Internet, and some of his deeds will be praised and praised. And an ordinary person has been forgotten in the hearts of some people from the moment his body was swallowed by flames, how sad is the life of such a person. Of course I'm just a waiter, maybe I don't see their sadness.
ButIt was I who saw the ashes in a cardboard box and discarded in the corner. How can this be explained? For the ownerless ashes or the ashes that the family members are unwilling to receive, the funeral home has the right to dispose of it by itself, and the way to dispose of it should be a civilized way. Sea burial, tree burial, ecological burial, even before deep burial, the "ashes of a person" will be properly placed, and there will be specific ceremonies when buried. But he was lying in that corner, in that cardboard box. Where is the reverence and respect that a funeral worker should have for the deceased? What about the professionalism of a professional funeral worker? I didn't see any of it. I even felt sick to myself because I always thought of myself as a responsible and professional funeral attendant. But my pride was smashed to the ground by him.
Ashes, the ashes of a person. What remains of a person in this world is the last thing in the world, and it is also the purest thing, can we give him the most basic respect?
Finally, my colleague told me that when he was helping to collect the ashes of the deceased, the bones were messy, and some of them were not completely burned.
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