You know, the hardest part about mortuary science isn’t the dealing with the bodies or the harsh realities of death, that part is actually very sobering at times. But it’s just hard not to make fucked up, morbid jokes with the general public.
I see the polarity on my Facebook between the positive people and negative. It’s like a tug of war to see who can uplift or bring down. I’d like to say I’m happy for both sides cause they’ll make their way to the embalming table or crematorium either way and that death is equal opportunity. Funny to me and to my classmate, whom I gotta say is a woman of a totally different caliber. I’m glad there’s someone else in my class, that isn’t a religious nut bag about death. But digress, that’s a different topic for a different day.
Really though. People die in the dumbest ways sometimes and it’s hard to just keep our mouths shut from the obvious observations.
People, don’t give me reason to laugh over your corpse in disbelief, alright.
Also don’t drink bleach. It doesn’t cleanse your system, although that’s the common joke. It’s messy, it smells, and looks horrifyingly painful. Reach out for help if your mental anguish is to much to handle yourself.