I had this funeral industry warning on another blog that I’ve decided to discontinue. I wrote this blog entry after going through the process of having both of my parents buried in 2011.
The funeral industry charges too much for the service they provide. The funeral business gets away with high prices because they take advantage of many families that are under stress. Don’t be tricked by the sale pitch.
In times of sorrow, prayer and a simple funeral is all that is needed. The love for someone who has died is not confirmed by buying an outrageously priced coffin and other trappings of the funeral industry. Don’t be insulted by the indirect sales pitch you will someday receive by a funeral pitchman when a death happens in your family.
The funeral staff wants to sell you all the services and products they can and will use your sorrow, confusion and pain as their main sales tools. They are no different than a pitchman for any product. For the amount of time involved to make a funeral deal, the rate per hour a death dealer makes is something you need to be aware of.
The best way to honor the dead is not to waste money on an overpriced funeral. Save the money you would waste at a funeral and do something significant with it. And if the deceased is wealthy, don’t use that as an excuse to blow the money. Make the memory of the deceased live on through careful donations. Think about it…Do you want to spend for a lavish funeral…which means more profit for a funeral company? Or do you keep the funeral costs low, and allow the money saved to turn into something more important than a bonus check for the top performing death dealer of the year?
There isn’t much time to plan a funeral once a person you love has died. Take time now to prayerfully consider the choice to keep the sales pitch of the funeral industry under YOUR control.
Don’t let the funeral salespeople take you. What you spend for a funeral has nothing to do with honoring the dead.
After watching the entire Six Feet Under series, I think it would be great to have a green buriel. Wrap me up in a cozy wool blanket, dig a hole, throw me in, cover me up. Throw a few flowers in, plant a peony, I’m happy.