Wednesday, January 11th, 2012
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What Remains: Conversations With America's Funeral Directors

Walking into McCormick Place, Chicago’s half-hangar, half-labyrinth convention center, I looked at the schedule to find that I had just missed “Canadians Do Cremation Right.” The 130th National Funeral Directors Conference, was underway; held each year in a different city, the conference brings together funeral directors from across the country for three days of presentations, trade talk, awards and camaraderie. After shaking off my initial disappointment at having missed the Canadian talk, I scanned the remaining workshops. After passing on “Marketing Your Cemetery: Connecting With Your Community” and “Managing Mass Fatality Situations,” I circled “The Difference Is In The Details,” an embalming workshop.

The small film company I sometimes work for was planning a feature on new trends in funerals, and I had flown out for the weekend to try to meet some of the younger, hipper funeral directors at the conference. One of these was Ryan, a round man with a wide smile and an impeccable hair-part, whose car, he told me, has a bumper sticker that says "Let's Put The 'Fun' Back In Funeral." He started his career as a funeral director, but had since moved into the lucrative field of “death care industry” consultation, where he works with funeral directors on ways to expand their businesses. In one of our conversations he tells me, “The worst thing I’ve heard a funeral director say is ‘we’ve always done it this way.’" Later, I tell him my plan to attend that evening's “Funeral Directors Under 40: A Night on the Town” event. Without missing a beat, he lowered his voice and said, “Funeral directors are notoriously heavy drinkers. There will definitely be some hook-ups.”

The funeral industry is in the midst of a transition of titanic proportions. America is secularizing at a rapid pace, with almost 25% of the country describing itself as un-church. Americans, embracing a less religious view of the afterlife, are now asking for a "spiritual" funeral instead of a religious one. And cremation numbers are up. Way up. In liberal, secular states, specifically in the Pacific Northwest, cremation rates have steadily increased to more than half of disposals, up from the low single digits in 1990. The rest of the nation had also experienced steady gains in cremation since 2000 (except in the Bible Belt, where cremation rates remained relatively low). The rate of cremation has skyrocketed as Americans back away from the idea that Jesus will be resurrecting them straight from the grave. And so in the past twenty years, funeral directors have had to transform from presenters of a failed organism, where the sensation of closure is manifest in the presence of the deceased body, to the arbitrators of the meaning of a secular life that has just been reduced to ash. Reflecting this trend, this year's NFDA conference was, for the first time in its history, held jointly with the Cremation Association of North America (CANA).

Talking with funeral directors at the conference, I began to realize the scope of the crisis spurred by the rise of cremation and its new importance. As one former funeral director said, “If the family wanted a cremation, we’d say ‘That’ll be $595,’ hand them the urn and show them the door. Not anymore though.” The industry is scrambling to find a way to add value-added cremation services to remain solvent.

This tension about how best to innovate was in evidence at the first presentation I attended, titled “How To Step Up Your Game.” The presenter worked for a consulting firm that specialized in business strategies and management—the funeral industry was his particular subject of expertise. He launched into his talk with a story about a recent trip to Disney World with his daughter. While walking through the park, he realized how much the funeral industry could learn from the attraction. At Disney World, every interaction had been scripted and rehearsed, down to the greetings from the custodians. Experiences are controlled. Likewise, he said, every funeral should offer the same experience for everyone, whether cremated or open-casket. If, say, the customer was having an open-casket service with a priest and an organist, there should also be a corresponding service for someone, possibly secular, who has just been cremated. If priests are no longer always present to say platitudes over the dead, funeral directors would have to develop a corresponding basic, secular service to stand in as a reverent farewell. Thus they'd take a much larger role in the memorial, acting more like mainstream event planners and offering such amenities as video tributes, arranging for music and other points of the new-age burial.

As he clicked back and forth between a picture of an old-fashioned, stuffy, sunless viewing room, replete with heavy velvet curtains and faux-gold candelabras, to the new, health-club-reminiscent Remembrance Room, it became clear: the funeral industry is being gentrified.

“No more outsourcing the healing to ministers, because that isn’t really going to work anymore,” the presenter continued. Religion answered the question of authenticity, the sense that the memorial was genuine and prescribed. The minister, God’s shepherd, was on hand to see the soul to heaven. But in a society that has grown suspicious and distant from religion, this no longer is sufficient. Now it's up to the funeral directors to provide that sense of authenticity, of closure, a way to deal with the impossibility of understanding death. The presenter continued with a slideshow of forward-looking funeral homes: huge windows with sunlight streaming in, glossy ceramic tables holding both the urn and catered health food—they looked not unlike high-end yoga studios. As he clicked back and forth between a picture of an old-fashioned, stuffy, sunless viewing room, replete with heavy velvet curtains and faux-gold candelabras, to the new, health-club-reminiscent Remembrance Room, it became clear: the funeral industry is being gentrified. I looked around the room. The audience was incredibly diverse, which, was true of the conference overall and which makes sense: every community has its own funeral home, each with its own loyal followings, its own special services that a cross-town rival doesn't offer. But here they were, being told to act more like Disney World, and everyone was taking notes.

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The next morning I walked from the Loop, where my hotel was, to the conference center. The walk took me along the rebuilt parts of downtown Chicago, brimming with condos and families with young children. Essentially, all waterfront redevelopments really do look the same. And just as these upwardly mobile Chicagoans strive for a lower carbon footprint and uniform luxury housing in life, they will most likely do so in death as well. Cremation has been touted as the “green” way to depart this coil, and several biodegradable urn choices have become available, their sides ornamented with images of fire, water and earth. To compensate for the relative cheapness of cremation, funeral directors have begun adding a series of value-added services, from a string orchestra, to webcasting for distant family and friends, to a remembrance “rose-petal” ceremony for young attendees. (I never fully understood what exactly the rose-petal ceremony was, but from what I gathered kids throw rose petals into the air as each older family member says something about the deceased. Whatever it was, it looked adorable.)

The message attached to all these services seems to be: cremation is green, and if you choose something else, you're a polluter, even in death. Funeral homes employ a host of chemicals, chief among them formaldehyde, to embalm a body. Some funeral homes either don’t have a correct method of disposal, or, if they are in a rural area without a sewage system, dispose of the carcinogenic—formaldehyde being intended for use on things that are already dead—right down the drain. In 2007, an EPA report found dangerously high levels of formaldehyde and phenol in drinking water in locations near funeral homes throughout New York state. The burial of a corpse in a metal coffin, with the embalmed body inside, deposits other chemicals in groundwater. The coffin's metals leach into the ground, followed eventually by the chemicals used to preserve the corpses. Every graveyard may be lush and green, but when you look at its chemical makeup it starts to look like a mini-Brownfield. (Distressingly, higher rates of cancer have been found among embalmers who have to breathe in this stuff every day.)

Still, while cremation is on the rise, embalming remains the dominant form of disposal; current figures put it at over 60% the population. A table at the conference center had been set up for the National Funeral Directors Political Action Committee, which was advocating against some recent environmental regulations that could limit and fine the amount of waste associated with embalming. At one workshop I attended a funeral director said, “We’re not here to beautify anyone. We’re here to identify them.” He told a story of an older neighbor who lived across the street whose hands were always bruised because he worked at a factory. Knowing that he would one day be burying him, the director made a mental note not to use cosmetic to cover the bruises, because “that’s how he always looked.”

Meanwhile, on the floor of the trade show, the entrepreneurs were clearly betting on cremation's continued rise in popularity. The floor held booths for hundreds of vendors, selling everything from health insurance to back hoes for grave digging. At one point during the weekend, a red ceremonial ribbon was cut and the tradeshow curtains parted to reveal a new line of hearses. But by far, the largest contingent of vendors were hawking cremation-related products: urns with Bible verses on them, urns with dolphins flipping in front of a Lisa Frank-style sunset, rings with diamonds made of ashes, and an iPhone app that lets you know the progress of a cremation. Funeral homes have to invest in the equipment that will guarantee a solvent future and the funerals-peripheral industry, always with its ear to the ground, is entering the cremation game in full-force. For $150 you can have a pendant that can be worn from the neck, filled with the ashes of loved ones trapped in decorative glass.

There are also options for our furry loved ones. As it happened, just as I approached the pet-urn section, my sister texted me to let me know her boyfriend’s cat had just died. I resisted asking what her plans for the ashes were, but was just then passing the eco-friendly cat urns, made to look like a ball of yarn. There were dog-bone urns, too. The young couple that was selling the pet-urns looked like they might have just as easily been peddling artisanal cupcakes. They told me they were sorry about the cat.

Attending this event as an outsider elicits a mixture of morbid curiosity, a confrontation with your own mortality and beliefs—and, if you are a good consumer, an eventual conclusion as to what you'd choose for your own earthly remains. I made the decision about the disposal of mine when I came across a table with degradable urns that were also tree planters. A special soil unlocks nutrients from the ashes that eventually become part of the tree itself. That sounded just about right for me, and I will probably insist on being planted somewhere pretty (until, of course, I am cut down to make a baseball bat for my great-great-grandchild, a baseball bat that I guarantee will only hit home runs).

Eventually, I reached the cosmetics section of the trade floor. Makeup, meant for corpses, was being applied by airbrush to a (still-living) elderly woman. She sat there on a stool, still and frail-seeming, eyes closed in the manner of anyone getting a makeover, as the presenter sprayed her with the makeup. No one seemed to consider this odd or in poor taste. Why would they? To those in the business of death, the distinction between the living and the dead is a simple matter of economics. Someone is much more valuable to them dead than alive, and the elderly among us are futures to be counted on for next year’s bottom line. I thought of the embalmer’s neighbor, the one with bruised hands. Who were we fooling? One day we will all die, and these people are the ones who will be paid to dispose of us. In this light, their preparation and commitment to self-improvement is both beautiful and professional.

The coffins took up the next section of the floor. As with urns, coffins are easily branded to accommodate the former personhood of the body within. “The Waldorf,” a solid mahogany coffin, is for the “Business Leader and Family Man," its accompanying flyer features a picture of a silver-haired Wall Street executive. Other coffin styles targeted other professions: “Sovereign Realtree” for a rancher and “A Man of The Earth,” “Westmoreland” for a school librarian, who was also “An Elegant Women” and the “Prescott” for the architect who was “straightforward, honest, no frills,” but taken too soon from us. (Although I have a sneaking suspicion that the architect will have chosen cremation.) And of course there were the Major League Baseball caskets, so a Cubs fan can spend eternity celebrating that personal hell.

On the far side of the floor, past the new hearses, is where the future began. Just as Playstation 2 is sure to come out right after you've bought Playstation, there’s already a cooler, better, more expensive form of cremation. While cremation is technically “greener” than burial, the burning of the body still releases into the atmosphere whatever you might have embedded in you—dental fillings containing mercury, a hip replacement made of plastic. The newest, greenest thing is called “alkaline hydrolysis,” a process that uses sodium hydroxide (basically, lye) and extremely hot, highly pressurized water to rapidly speed up the process of natural decomposition. The body is placed in a large tube with a square control base (upon seeing a picture, a friend of mine commented that it looked a lot like a bong, and it kind of does), bathed in chemicals and highly pressurized, and in a few hours all that is left is liquid and ash.

Just as Playstation 2 is sure to come out right after you've bought Playstation, there’s already a cooler, better, more expensive form of cremation.

It’s a fledgling field, and one that already seems competitive as each of the vendors vies to become The Go-To Business for the greenest disposal possible. Speaking to one of the proprietors of one of the booths, he said, “It’s a still-developing science. I’m not going to tell you who it was”—here he motioned towards the other tables—“but some people here haven’t perfected it yet.”

On that ominous note, I left the future and returned to the present. A man tried to sell me Thanoseal (for when a cadaver I’m embalming begins to leak). I passed earrings made from cremated remains, and a pavilion devoted to pre-made video tributes (all that’s left is to insert photographs of the deceased against the background of a golf course).

While the funeral industry is mostly resistant to recessions, it's still feeling the effects of our economic downturn. Funerals have become less lavish, and fewer people have been making down payments on "Pre-Need" services. Still, it remains an incredibly lucrative field, because its services are, eventually, inevitable. Or they are for most. On my way out I spoke with a cemetery owner who dismissively waved his hands at the booths with the funeral-related iPod apps and video tributes. He was, he said, very fond of the Quaker method for body disposal, just simply putting the body into the ground and letting it go. “They’ve been doing ‘green’ burials forever,” he told me. “I admire that.”

As I left the floor, the funeral directors were heading en masse towards the auditorium to elect officers for the next year. A girl dressed as a sunflower handed me a bag of M&M’s and a flyer supporting a candidate, a well-dressed ringer for Jonathan Franzen, who was running for secretary. I checked in with Julie, my liaison at the conference, about my tickets for the evening’s 40 and Under social outing. She lowered her gaze in apology: “It’s all sold out.” Not even room for press? “We’d have to order another party bus.”

She gave me the address of the bar where the bus would be dropping off the directors. By the time I got there the young directors were already bedecked in fluorescent necklaces and quite comfortably soused; I didn't see any actual hooks-ups going down, but there was an inordinate amount of touching and hugging going on in the room, so maybe that happened later. I said hi to a few of the people I’d met and listened to a few “things I accidentally said in front of the Reverend"-type jokes, but I could tell I wasn’t all that welcome. And I knew why. For the directors there, this was their one night to be with others who, just like them, live among the dead. They could feel free to have a good time, far from their hometowns, far from company who expect them to only ever comport themselves with the highest dignity and attitude of reverence.

The next day, on my flight home, I thought about how one of the people at that conference—maybe someone I had met, or maybe their son or daughter or apprentice—might be the last person to ever touch my failed body. I looked around the plane. Someone in one of these seats, snoozing, working on their laptop, will undoubtedly be tucked into a coffin or put into a cremator or even, one day, bathed in alkali by someone I just shook hands with or napped next to during the presentation on corpse hair-removal.

The truth is, I’ve never been to a funeral. I’ve been fortunate in life that only grandparents of mine have passed away—neither parent, no friends, no teachers. Each time one of my grandparents has died, I’ve been too far away to be able to attend their funerals. I wish I’d known this then, but you can now videoconference in to a funeral, and witness the remembrances and recessionals, the condolences and appreciations, all of it floating through the digital ether as you sit and watch in a living room half-a-world away.

For this type of service though you would need the Platinum Package, which would be an extra 400 dollars. But you can’t really put a price on that, can you?



Max Rivlin-Nadler is a founding editor of Full Stop Magazine. He can be reached here.

19 Comments / Post A Comment

deepomega (#1,720)

THANOSEAL! Sounds like something Philip K Dick would invent.

THANOSEAL. Thanoseal. Thaaanooooseeeeal.

zoom (#10,138)

I just found a suitable replacement for my "burn me and toss me ina river" funeral directives. PUT ME IN THE TUBE.

roboloki (#1,724)

a couple of years ago i went to a no frills funeral. after a few words at the graveside the wooden casket was lowered into the ground (the deceased had not been embalmed) and pall bearers grabbed shovels and filled it in. it seemed a bit abrupt to me, but it certainly provided closure.

SeanP (#4,058)

I personally am getting buried at sea (after being cremated). I had to do several burials at sea while I was in the Navy and I figure they owe me.

Art Yucko (#1,321)

I still smile at hearing the "Dewar" moniker to this day. Because maybe they'd actually vacu-embalm one in whiskey.

Terrific writing.

grandpa27 (#804)

Did they do an Undertakers Night, which would explore the past and cover house calls, portable cold tables and other lost in the mists of time wonders? A collection of old hearses would be a sight to see. Let us hear one for Skeleton Leaves.

barnhouse (#1,326)

So good. Thank you.

M Rush (#205,470)

Cremation is not green burial! Maybe more green than some practices, but uses a lot of natural gas. Consider a home funeral!

lovelettersinhell (#13,711)

Let's say you have a ranch/farm type piece of land out in the middle of no where. What's the legality on having your body just buried on the land, no preservatives, no coffin? Because I think I'd really just love to be buried on some land relatives have, in a clearing in a wooded area.

Also, my family hasn't done funerals for any of my three deceased grandparents. We just get together at someone's house and chat, and call it a day. It's always struck me as weird, even though nothing is getting buried anyway (cremation urns are…. I don't know where, now? Or at whose house? But whatever?)

Max RN (#205,900)

@lovelettersinhell I was actually discussing this with the owner of a cemetery the other day. By law, even if the burial is completely natural, it must be done within a registered cemetery. On top of that, in most states it is incredibly hard to get approval to become a cemetery, even if it is exclusively for single-family use.

This site lists locations for cemeteries that allow natural burial: http://www.naturalburial.coop/

MParcells (#375)

@lovelettersinhell This is my favorite option, too. Going out like my family dog, basically. Or, I'd like to be exploded in a bomb blast.

@lovelettersinhell In Texas, being buried on your own property basically requires the state legislature to approve it, since the funeral commission is chary about approving such places as cemeteries. If you have some great-great grandparents who were buried on the ranch, you've got a better chance. Too bad we can't predict our time of death better – you could just go out on a ranch and die and by the time anyone knew it, the buzzards and coyotes would have taken care of the problem…

MadisonDave (#209,527)

@Max RN Laws about this vary GREATLY from state to state. For example, it is pretty easy to be buried on your own ranch/farm in the state of Wisconsin. It does NOT involve becoming a cemetery.

Avi (#206,478)

@Max RN

I ran into your article from aldaily.com I kind of wanted to message you privately, because I'm sure you'd find the *other* website I'd like to recommend interesting, but I couldn't figure out where your email was (and I suppose people reading the comments thread would probably enjoy this too).

This is *the* best internet death resource I know of (and it's only going to get better). It's run by a mortician friend of mine. It's very informative (and entertaining).

http://www.orderofthegooddeath.com/

Of course, I sent her your article as well.

Thumostenes (#206,739)

The article was depressing enough. A whole industry gearing up to cheapen and degrade grieving into a "celebration of life" complete with politically correct "green" burial, and the kind of antiseptic, well lit, (health club like) funeral homes run by profit conscious event planners. More empty Baby Boomer nonsense. And you close the article by mentioning off hand that you hadn't ever been to a funeral, even those of your grandparents? Seriously? What is really important in your life? Maybe you are the perfect customer for the "new and improved death experience".

It's always fun to read about the funeral industry because it's so strange and inevitably horrifying. I appreciated the fresh angle here, which deviates from the usual "The funeral industry is too consolidated and too politically powerful and too exploitative, etc." I mean, these are domestic jobs, which is great! A little sympathy for the funeral directors and their (very frequently) family-operated funeral homes is deserved, even if those businesses are getting bought up by the SCIs of the world.

Another interesting and more problematic thing to me here is the "cremation as evidence of secularization" angle and/or the "greening as contemporary secular religion" narrative. I mean, I've got some quibbles with the author's account both of secularization in society and the evolution of this industry. There's enough slightly weird phrasing that shows he's not exactly immersed in the churched world (e.g., "God’s shepherd?"). The Christian world – both Catholic and Protestant – has a complicated and ambiguous relationship with environmental stewardship, and has in many cases underlain environmental conscientiousness (note the Quaker conversation up there). The green burial trend (or movement, depending on your level of appreciation) in fact owes a lot to monastic communities like the Trappists and Benedictines, among others, with a history of making their living by building coffins, and their resistance to the consolidated funeral industry horning in on their territory and using lobbying clout to regulate smaller "artisan" players out of the business. The post puts an appropriately fine point on the dynamic of commerce co-opting an anti-commercial stance to shore up sales, but this isn't different from what the funeral industry did over the previous century, which was to co-opt a religious practice and make that putative antimaterialism into an obligatory shopping spree. In other words, we haven't shifted from a religious world in which funerals were necessarily commercial and expensive toward a secular world in which funerals are green and cheap. Rather, we are in a world in which commerce inevitably parasitizes the various shifting ways in which people, immersed in culture, attempt to reflect on the big existential questions like death (formerly religion and now "spirituality").

perry c (#207,698)

great article, although I still think the old american native custom is way to go, hey, ravens and the other winged ones gotta eat ….perry c

Very interesting article, and yes there is no doubt the funeral industry is in a significant state of flux right now. Death is inevitable, and does NOT have to be a costly or elaborate affair. DFS Memorials is a network of local, family-owned 'Mom & Pop' funeral businesses (yes, they do still exist!) that will offer a simple, affordable "no-frills" funeral. Each provider for an area is listed on the web site http://www.dfsmemorials.com

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