A Tale of Two Funerals: The Throw Rug and the Tapestry

A Tale of Two Funerals: The Throw Rug and the Tapestry

Meet the Williams family. Grandma Williams has died, and her children call Night & Day Funeral Home to make arrangements. Courtesy of a Twilight-Zonesque space-time anomaly, the Williams family ends up concurrently planning and holding two funerals for Grandma—one arranged by funeral director Sam Standard and the other by funeral director Garrett Gatekeeper. How will the two funerals turn out? Will the Williams family even be able to tell the difference? Find out in this riveting—and revealing— Tale of Two Funerals ... Dr. Alan Wolfelt is a speaker, grief counselor, and Director of the Center for Loss and Life Transition. He is the author of Creating Meaningful Funeral Experiences: A Guide for Caregiver s, Funeral Home Customer Service A-Z , and Understanding Your Grief . He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado. A Tale of Two Funerals The Throw Rug and the Tapestry By Alan D. Wolfelt Center for Loss and Life Transition Copyright © 2017 Alan D. Wolfelt, Ph.D. All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-61722-246-7 Contents Introduction, Chapter 1: Meet the Directors, Chapter 2: The Transfer, Chapter 3: The Preparation, Chapter 4: The Arrangement Conference, Part 1, Chapter 5: The Arrangement Conference, Part 2, Chapter 6: The Arrangement Conference, Part 3, Chapter 7: The Arrangement Conference, Part 4, Chapter 8: The Visitation, Chapter 9: The Funeral, Chapter 10: The Committal, Chapter 11: The Gathering, Chapter 12: The Aftercare, Epilogue, A Final Word, CHAPTER 1 Meet the Directors EDITOR'S NOTE: This chapter and many that follow run Sam Standard's and Grace Gatekeeper's versions of the funeral side by side. This helps emphasize that the two funerals are happening simultaneously. It also allows us to see at-a-glance what Sam and Grace are doing differently at any given moment. However, I recommend that in each chapter you first read Sam's story, which appears on the left-hand pages, all the way through then read Grace's. You will also notice that I've highlighted small sections of text here and there throughout the two storylines. These are the key moments that differentiate Sam's funeral direction from Grace's. Feel free to add your own highlighting, underlining, and notes in the margins. SAM STANDARD — the experienced, likeable funeral service veteran When Sam Standard's phone played its harp music at 4:30 a.m. — his kids assumed the ringtone was ironic, but Sam actually liked it — he was already awake. A loud clap of thunder had jolted him from a dream about fishing. He'd just hooked a lake trout — a big one, because it had nearly yanked the fishing rod from his hands. Sam rarely found free time for his favorite hobby. Now, awake and reaching for his phone, he felt a pang of disappointment that he didn't even get to land a dream trout. On the other end of the line, Sam's boss, John Knight, told him that an elderly woman with cancer had died at her daughter's home. "I've arranged to pick her up 5:30," said John. "I'll swing by and get you on the way." "Sure thing," said Sam. "See you soon." Sam, John Knight's nephew, had worked for Knight & Day Funeral Home for his entire career in funeral service. In fact, his thirty-year anniversary date was next month. As he dressed, Sam found himself wondering absently how many death calls he'd taken in three decades. Let's see ... a hundred times a year, on average ... so, more than 3,000, almost certainly. That was a lot of dead people — and also a lot of families he'd felt privileged to help through their worst days. The feeling was mutual; many of them asked for him by name whenever someone they loved died. Sam's wife, Becky, had already started a pot of coffee by the time he got to the kitchen. "Ahhhh ...," he said, inhaling deeply. "Liquid energy! Thanks, honey." With a start, Sam realized that if his thirtieth anniversary with Knight & Day was coming up soon, that meant his thirtieth wedding anniversary was fast-approaching, too. He and Becky had been married at St. Paul's Lutheran — the same church they still attended most Sundays — soon after he finished mortuary school. What was the thirtieth anniversary gift again? Diamonds? Becky, he knew, would rather have a trip to Diamond Head on Oahu. Unfortunately, neither was probably in the cards. Maybe they could spend a weekend in Colorado's Rocky Mountains, not far from their home. Diamond Lake Trail near Nederland was beautiful ... "Day shift today?" Sam asked Becky. As an ICU nurse, she sometimes worked erratic hours, too, though rarely more than forty hours a week. She also understood death and the call to help people. "Yep," said Becky. "Then I'm headed to the grocery store. Cameron and Lucy will be here tomorrow, remember?" "Oh, right," said Sam. Cameron was their son, twenty-five years old and — finally — gainfully employed. He and his girlfriend, Lucy, would be visiting for the weekend. Sam hoped he'd be able to spend some time with them. "What about Jess?" Jess was th