Friday, April 4, 2014

On the subject of the reanimated recently-deceased digging their way to the surface:

This isn't really a typical post. It's just something that I figured was worth looking into and sharing. I hope you enjoy it.
On the subject of the reanimated recently-deceased digging their way to the surface:
For those of you who have ever wondered or worried about the possibility of a reanimated body of someone’s deceased loved one (zombie or ghoul, for those of you who are insensitive monsters who are cruel enough to use the Z- or G-word to describe someone’s recently reanimated, but still deeply loved, Granny) finding a way to make it out of their grave to either feast on the living or to watch the season premier of Game of Thrones, I have some either good or disappointing news for you: They’d probably be trapped in their caskets.
For mostly esthetic reasons, most modern cemeteries in the US use burial vaults or liners for all burials. Liners are basically cement boxes that the casket goes into and is solid to prevent collapse and flat enough to prevent mounds, holes or valleys in the top soil once everything settles after the burial. Burial Vaults are just higher quality liners that either seal better, have an esthetically pleasing painted metal exterior, or both. Caskets usually fit pretty snuggly into Liners. So snuggly in fact, that caskets are lowered into liners using thin fabric straps that are made of the same material as seatbelts. This is done because those thin strips are pretty much all you could fit between the casket and the inside of the liner.
Now that I’ve defined terms and discussed materials it’s time to start talking dimensions and weight. Before I start however, I want to make it clear that I’m using bare minimum numbers to minimize margin of error.
Though it is still true that graves are dug six feet deep, six feet is merely the floor of the grave. The top of the liner to the top of the grave is usually only about three to four feet. Multiply 3 ft. (minimums remember) by the length (6 ½ft) and the width (2 ½ft) of the liner and you come up with 48.75 ft. cubed. Multiply that by a minimum of 70lbs. per cubic ft. of soil and you get 3,412 &½ lbs. of soil between the top of the liner and ground level.
Add to that the weight of the lid of the liner. I’m not sure where you might find a liner this thin, but for the sake of this equation let’s say that the lid of the liner is 1 inch thickness, multiply that by our previously discussed liner dimensions of 6 ½ft by 2 ½ft and you get 2,340 in cubed. Multiply that by 0.077lbs. Per cubed inches of concrete and you get roughly 180lbs.
Leaving out the marginal weights of the casket lid and the ground level layer of grass, when you add it all together you get 3,592 ½lbs. that needs to be essentially bench-pressed by a reanimated decedent in order to even start the process of crawling out of their final resting place.
The current world record bench press was set at the Cajun hardcore powerlifting meet in Buna, TX in 2013. The record was set by Paul "Tiny" Meeker when he, while wearing a “bench shirt,” bench pressed 1102lbs. Which is less than 1/3 the weight of just the liner lid and the soil above it. And that’s not taking into account that a decedent who was strong enough to pull this off during his or her lifetime would most likely require a wider casket, which means a wider liner with a bigger and heavier lid with more cubic feet of dirt above it.
            Add to all this that most caskets sold today can be locked and that it’s usually cemetery and funeral home policy to do so before burial; there is typically less than 3 inches of clearance between the lid of the casket (which swings out) and the bottom of the liner lid (which lifts up and out); and the fact that once the casket lid hits the liner lid, the metal or wood of the casket must continue to open out while pushing up on the liner lid, the whole process being further hindered by the friction of the two parts sliding passed each other.
            After all of this, most casket lids have two pieces, a longer one at the head and a shorter one at the foot end. The reanimated would most likely only have the room to lift the head end. At some point, he or she (even if they are dead and possibly flesh-hungry, we still owe them the respect to not refer to them as ‘it’) would have to be using one arm to continue to push the casket lid out while using the other to push up on the lid of the liner and all of the dirt above it, dividing his or her strength among the two. Not an easy task for anyone.
            If all of this took any more than eight hours it extremely likely that someone would notice the ground bulging up above the grave. In order for it to go unnoticed, it would have to happen somewhere with little or no foot or vehicle traffic and/or in the middle of the night at a cemetery without a caretaker (sexton). If the caretaker was either a drunk or extremely negligent, or the reanimated made very slow progress, they might end up having to do battle mole traps once they got close to the surface.
            So, in conclusion, even if a reanimated decedent were to be stronger than the average living person, it would still be extremely hard if not nearly impossible for them in death, reanimated or otherwise, to dig themselves out of their grave. No matter how much motivation the hunger for human flesh, or wanting to watch the consequences of the Red Wedding unfold, gives them.
Again, I hope you enjoyed that. 
For those who are unaware, I am working on moving away from this format and starting to post vlogs on YouTube. I want to reach a wider audience, and Blogspot just isn't cutting it.
Like last time and all the times before, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, spelling or grammatical corrections (how will I ever learn if no one ever says anything), words of support or encouragement, confessions of love, hate-filled rantings of utter distain, or anything else for me, do not hesitate to email me at funhomeambo@gmail.com.
Hope you enjoyed it and I thank you for reading all of this or skipping to the end, whichever is the case.

Johnathan Hove

Friday, February 7, 2014

Anubis Drives Again

Anubis Drives Again:
Yes, I know, it has been almost 3 months,
            But my hands have not been idle. The project and progress towards my goal might have grown a little stagnant, but I’m back! And I’m sure with a little tender love and care, light dusting, some scrubbing, and maybe a little disinfecting, I can get this thing back on track.
Some explanations for the delay:
            After the last blog post I had planned to deal with some rather heavy subject matter in the next post (week 10, 11 or 12), but I could never get myself into the right frame of mind to delve deeply enough into the subject I wanted to cover. I’m being vague because I eventually want to explore the unnamed subject in a future post, but I don’t want to create too much anticipation for it. I don’t want my readers (or reader, singular. Hi, Charmane!) to be too disappointed every time they see that whatever current week it is, isn’t the week I talk about the ‘heavy subject matter.’
The end of fall quarter, and more importantly, Finals Week was fast approaching around the time I published the last post. Since I never had a relationship last past a finals week the whole time I went to Mt. Hood CC, no one should be too shocked that this project fell by the way-side. I’ve stated before that I will put academic pursuits ahead of this project. Why I didn’t pick it up again after finals week fall quarter 2013, is the next part.
            After finals week I was mentally drained. I wanted nothing more than to shut off my brain for a while and work on some mindless, though very practical, projects that I had put off in order to pass all of my fall quarter classes. I also managed to convince myself that cold-calling funeral home owners, managers and staff during the holiday season would probably do more harm than good. The thought then became ‘why make a report when there is nothing to report?’ Then, as with anything else, I fell out of the habit of writing the blog. That is how nearly three months passes between posts.

Now, here we are. Are you ready for some updates?
When I first noticed the weeks start to creep by, I expected at least a few of my friends to say something along the lines of  “Anh, I knew you weren’t going to stick to it,” however, apparently I have much better friends than I have ever had at any other point in my life. My friends have universally shown me support and encouragement over the last several months to continue to pursue this project. It’s all been very humbling to say the least.
Remember when I talked about getting a webcam for the project? I can’t remember how much I whined about the possible expense of purchasing such an item, but I know that cost was a big concern when I conceded that it was something that I was going to need for the project. I no longer have to worry about it. I got one for Christmas! It was from my dear mother (giving credit where credit is due). And if her giving it to me isn’t an overwhelming show of support from the person who, more than anyone else, taught me the value of practical, down-to-earth thinking, I don’t know what is.
At some point in the distant past, I joined the professional social networking site LinkedIn. I never really paid it any mind until last summer when I desperately needed a job and was exploring every possible avenue toward that end. I soon learned the value of the site for connecting to professionals and job openings, nationally as well as internationally. For the better part of the fall of 2013, the amount of connections I had hovered around the 30-40 range, but that number slowly crept upward. In the last month or so, I seemed to have reached some sort of tipping-point à la Malcolm Gladwell (I love Malcolm Gladwell. If that man has written something as obscure or as crude as a dirty limerick on a bathroom wall, I’d want to read it), and I’ve been getting new connection requests from people and professionals in the funeral industry about once a day. From all across the country too! Needless to say, I’m going to use this vast networking boom to my advantage when I really get serious about securing host funeral homes for this project.
By the way, if you are on LinkedIn, and you would like to connect with me, I’m Johnathan Hove, Pre-need sales person from West Richland, WA. You can type my name into google, but you’ll probably have to click the link that says ‘Search instead for Johnathan hove.’ I always do. The cross I have to bare for having a common, but slightly peculiarly spelled first name.
I’ve also grudgingly started a Twitter account. Whether or not I ever use the damned thing even after I start driving across the country, remains to be seen.

Now, The bad news:
Two major things dampened my spirit during my mental and blogging hiatus: My growing Student loan and credit card debt accumulated over the nearly five years of school and earning less than 20 thousand a year during that time, and the extra quarter of full time coursework I need to complete my degree.
The extra quarter isn’t really that big of a deal. When I first thought up this project, I expected that I would need to attend summer quarter 2014. After it looked like I could graduate Spring quarter 2014 I didn’t move up the start of the project from September because I realized that having a solid three months of planning time unencumbered by coursework, would probably be a reasonable amount of time to iron out any last little wrinkles in the year-long, cross-country adventure. Not having those three months makes pushing back the time frame so I still have a goodly chunk of time to plan seems like it might be the best course of action. Especially when you consider the fact that I plan to fund my trip through crowd-sourcing with Kickstarter or something similar (which raises other concerns and considerations that I’ll discuss later). Does this now mean that I will now start my trip in late November or early December? Given my plan to go in a south, north, south, north state-to-state pattern, starting at that time may not be too much of a challenge.
There is also the possibility of braking up the project into three or four month chunks. This was an idea brought up by Heather Dvorak (owner/operator of Dvorak Funeral Home. Have I said before how brilliant I think this woman is? I count myself very lucky that she thought it was worth her time to hire me) when I first told her of my idea. At the time I thought ‘No way. That would take too much time!’ I then proceeded to throw myself on the ground, beat my fists into the carpet and scream, red-faced and crying, “NOW! NOW! NOW! I WANNA DO IT NOW!!!” but only in my mind. Here we are nearly six months later, and only now am I thinking that what she suggested when I first brought up my idea for this project, might be my best course of action. Like I said, she’s a brilliant woman.
I would normally go on to talk about the debt I’ve acquired and will continue to acquire until and even after I earn my degree, but I want to end on a high note. I’m also tired of writing, and you’re probably tired of reading. So, I’ll end here.
Oh! I almost forgot: on Halloween 2013, my dear sweet Suzuki, Laura, reached 100,000 miles on her odometer! What a milestone! Yes, this did happen before the last post so I should have mentioned it in the last post. So, I guess I did forget.
Like last time and all the times before, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, spelling or grammatical corrections (how will I ever learn if no one ever says anything), words of support or encouragement, confessions of love, hate-filled rantings of utter distain, or anything else for me, do not hesitate to email me at funhomeambo@gmail.com.
I’ll post a new one next week. I really do mean it this time. Feel free to e-mail me and call me a loser if I don’t live up to my self-imposed deadline.
Hope you enjoyed it and I thank you for reading all of this or skipping to the end, whichever is the case.
Johnathan Hove

Tune in next week for the next exciting chapter in this ensuing drama: The Looming Specter of Debt!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Week 9 and three quarters

Week 9 and three quarters
Actual Updates!: These things don’t necessarily pertain to my project, but they are funeral industry related things that happened in the, yes, 2 weeks since my last post. The project has been kind of quiet for the same excuses . . . um . . . reasons, I mean, that I have given before: School takes precedence. And, I will have you know, that my time has not been wasted in that regard. Oh, no! Since my last post, I took and passed with a 75% a mid-term in Accounting that quite a few people in the class failed; I wrote a short paper on E-commerce (snore), I’m gearing up to write another paper for the same class on Cloud Computing (bigger snore); and I got a better-than-average score on a quiz in Economics, which is an interesting class, but requires much less attention than my other 2 classes.
Halloween: I helped my boss, Heather Dvorak, hand out info, business cards and flowers at a Red Cross/Circle K event at the TRAC in Pasco, WA. It was a nice little event. If you are a resident of the Tricities and you’re looking for a nice, safe, and, most importantly, warm way to Trick-or-Treat with your kids next year, I recommend going to the TRAC. They had live music, a Zombie Walk, a blood drive, prizes that were raffled off (the husband of the event coordinator seemed to be the only person with the foresight to buy tickets since he seemed to be the only person winning), and Trick-or-Treating for the kids.
This was the first year of the event and they allowed the venders to use the booths for free. We arrived 2 hours early so we wound up with a pretty nice spot close to the door. They shut off the lights soon after the event started. This took a lot of the venders by surprise, but luckily, Heather brought lights for added flair and attention. This wound up making us one of the few booths people could actually see when they came in from the lighted entrance way.
I got to spend more time getting to know my boss, I met more of her family and most of my coworkers came in so I got to meet all of them. I’m realizing that this may be a little confusing, so I figure it’s about time I explain:
Dvorak Funeral Home is a very new business. They have a full staff, but very few people work there fulltime. It’s mostly a loose amalgam of funeral professionals and licensed agents for the various services we sell and provide. For now, it’s mostly run by Heather Dvorak out of a storefront in Pasco until we get a larger facility and a larger clientele base. In the mean time I am working at a Starbucks kiosk inside of an Albertsons grocery store in south Richland.
Side note: It’s a rather strange coincidence, but most of the people who graduated with me in the Mortuary program at Mount Hood CC who aren’t yet working full time in the industry or in related fields are working for espresso stands or other coffee shops. Weird. I’m sure there’s a Doctoral thesis in this somewhere. That is, if this occurs in more than just this small, anecdotal grouping that I’ve personally observed. Even then, correlation is not causation, and one must always be cautious when observing facts not to let one’s own confirmation biases influence the conclusion they draw.
Oops, sorry for the pedantic rant. Yeap, it’s confirmed. I’m a college student.
Where was I? Oh yeah, The event at the TRAC (which stands for Trade Recreation Agricultural Center for the non-Tricitians among you or for the Tricitians who had just as hard a time finding out what it stood for as I did, but gave up before I did). If I’d had the foresight, time, will or lighting to do so, I probably could have done the interview of Heather Dvorak I’ve been promising almost since the beginning of this project, but, well, I didn’t. Sorry, I'll get to it eventually.
Last Wednesday: I went to a WSFDA (Washington State Funeral Directors Association) / IEFDA (Inland Empire Funeral Directors Association) meeting in Spokane. For those not in the industry, Meetings like this occur routinely in the fall and spring in different regions of Oregon and Washington. I’m not sure what happens in other states, but I can’t imagine it being too dissimilar. These meetings allow funeral Directors and their staff to meet, greet, network and sneer at other Funeral professionals in their respective areas. In Washington State, these meetings have an educational portion, usually presented by a member of the WSFDA, which fulfills a portion of the continuing education credits needed to maintain a Funeral Directors and/or Embalmer s license in Washington. There’s often a speaker or speakers who give short talks on a subject relevant to the industry or the region. It starts with introductions, then a prayer, the Pledge of Allegiance (to the Flag of the USA, I felt like I might need to clarify for some reason), dinner is served, minutes are read, presentations given, the educational portion, old business, new business, closing, then dismissal.
I missed both of the meetings in our area last year because I had class both days in the fall and the spring. This year was no different, but I went anyway and apparently missed everybody moping about their mid-term scores in my Accounting class. I’m kind of glad I wasn’t there for that.
I went to the meeting in Spokane, rather than a closer one because I knew the meetings were usually in November, but I never heard about one in my area. I figured I was better safe than sorry driving the 2 and ½ hours and not missing out on the CE (continuing ed.) credits. Turns out I was not alone. No one on Dvorak’s Staff was told about the meeting in our area which was held in Walla Walla (1 hour drive, but still closer) Tuesday, the night before the meeting I went to. I found out about this meeting when I checked my phone and saw an E-mail from my boss explaining the situation. She was upset, but it turned out that it was a clerical error that was the cause for none of us being informed.
The meeting was in Downtown Spokane and my hayseed, backwoods self didn’t even consider the idea that I might need change for a parking meter when I got there. As far as I know, there are no parking meters in the Tricities. This is probably because the area is decentralized and very suburban-esque without much urban to speak of. Luckily, a few good Samaritans traded me change for bills so I didn’t have to park miles away from the where the meeting was being held. That would not have been pleasant. It’s cold in Spokane this time of year.
I was early and I ran into a few people from the graduating classes before me at Mount Hood, none of whom recognized me. Oh well, I probably couldn’t pick anyone from the 2012 and 2013 classes out of a lineup either. I got to finally meet Jewell Folsom, the lovely and overworked Executive Director of the WSFDA. I had spoken to Jewell throughout my time in the industry through e-mail and phone, but had never met her until now. She showed her support for my project and seemed genuinely happy to meet me, which I was kind of surprised by because I was sure I had annoyed her on occasion with my questions over the years.  And there will eventually come a day when I’ll stop being surprised that people think this project is a good idea, I’m sure of it.
I met and had some good little chats with a few Spokane area funeral directors. I even met a guy who works for a new funeral business that caters specifically to Catholics. I found this fascinating. According to this individual, the local Diocese decided, not long ago, that they needed a funeral home that catered exclusively to them and their congregants in the Spokane area. They called a few local funeral directors, bought a few facilities, and got up and running. Definitely something I plan to investigate further a little down the road.

Well, if I don’t slow down, I’ll be at this all night.
Here are a few articles I read lately that are somewhat relevant to this project and the funeral industry as a whole that I recommend you all check out.
Here is a great article that was recommended by a classmate. It’s about a small island, called Hart Island, in New York that has a mass grave of mostly indigents and the unclaimed. “Hart is dense with history; it’s been used as a prison for Confederate soldiers, a workhouse for the poor, a women's asylum, and a N[u]ke missile base during the Cold War.”: http://gizmodo.com/what-we-found-at-hart-island-the-largest-mass-grave-in-1460171716
On a somewhat lighter note, a website for The Infinity Burial Project describing their product the Mushroom Death Suit: http://infinityburialproject.com/burial-suit
They would probably hate it that I’m making this observation, but it reminded me of the second episode of the TV show Hannibal (I really love this show) where a killer was growing mushrooms on his still-living victims in the middle of the woods.

A radio news story about the 11 Nations of North America as divided by Colin Woodward.  “Woodward has studied American voting patterns, demographics and public opinion polls going back to the days of the first settlers, and says that his research shows America is really made up of 11 different nations”: http://www.npr.org/2013/11/11/244527860/forget-the-50-states-u-s-is-really-11-nations-says-author?utm_content=socialflow&utm_campaign=nprfacebook&utm_source=npr&utm_medium=facebook
If you’re curious why it’s called the Inland Empire (and no, it’s not because of the 2006 David Lynch): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inland_Northwest_(United_States)
A news story from a local ABC affiliate about the event at the TRAC: http://www.kvewtv.com/article/2013/oct/31/out-blood-blood-drive/
That’s it for now.
Like last time and all the times before, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, spelling or grammatical corrections (how will I ever learn if no one ever says anything), words of support or encouragement, confessions of love, hate-filled rantings of utter distain, or anything else for me, do not hesitate to email me at funhomeambo@gmail.com.
I’ll (not always) post a new one of these every week. Feel free to e-mail me and call me a loser if I don’t live up to my self-imposed deadline.
Hope you enjoyed it and I thank you for reading all of this or skipping to the end, whichever is the case.

Johnathan Hove

 P. S. Yes, that was a Harry Potter reference in the title. I saw an opportunity and I seized it.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Anubis Drives a Tan Suzuki Week 8

Anubis Drives a Tan Suzuki Week 8
Updates: Contacted another Funeral Director Blogger to see if they would be interested in participating in some sort of mutual promotion. I haven’t heard back from them yet. I sent the E-mail on Saturday so I haven’t lost hope just yet.
Just did a Google search for Funeral Director blogs because I’d realized I hadn’t yet done that very simple task. Found a few that I’ll check out at some point when I have more time.
And speaking of not having enough time, I think I might have been a little too ambitious last week when I promised the two segments in this week’s blog. Quite a bit of time will have to be spent researching the contrast/compare sanitary practices and requirements part, time that would be better spent on college coursework. It’s already mid-terms and I can’t remember the last time I saw any of my friends that I don’t work with or go to school with and I think it’s having a real effect on my mood. How I survived for two years in St. Hell (what I called St. Helens, OR. Clever, huh?) I will never know.
Oh, yeah. I forgot. I spent a lot of time getting drunk.
I will be at a Red Cross event at the TRAC in Pasco, WA on Halloween at the Dvorak booth. Not sure what I’ll be doing other than handing out candy, business cards and trying to get people to buy pre-need insurance. I’ll do my best to take notes and will have a full, if probably very boring, report in my next blog posting.
As promised (at least one of the things I promised), this week I will be telling a tale of how working in the funeral industry has led to a particularly awkward situation. I have plenty of stories like this, as do most funeral directors.
Sometime in the fall of 2010 I’d come up with the idea of making a quilt, or more accurately, a comforter out of Crown Royal bags. I had amassed a large collection of them because my main preoccupation while living in St. Helens, OR was drinking Crown Royal by the pint or by the fifth.
Before moving to St. Helens and starting college I’d always been very crafty. I made curtains, pillow cases, cargo pants pockets, a lamp made out of a mop and bucket, t-shirt quilts, I even made a dress once meant to look like the one worn by Zelda in The Legend of Zelda series games for the wife of a friend of mine.
Either because my brain was more than occupied with all of the learning and with the regurgitating of what I had learned into papers, homework and test scores, or because of all of the drinking I was doing, I hadn’t been working on any crafts, doing any sewing or anything really creative that wasn’t for school. Gathering the material for this quilt was an attempt to change all that.
I started by going around to all of the bars and restaurants that served alcohol in St. Helens and asking what they did with the bags that came with the bottles of Crown Royal. I quickly learned which bars and restaurants were the most fruitful in my quest and which ones were a waste of time. I also learned that, instead of getting their liquor from distributors like businesses do in Washington state, Oregon bars and restaurants got their liquor from privately owned liquor stores. Usually the closest ones to their business, but they would often shop around for the best prices.
Over time I developed a schedule for stopping by the best and most receptive and generous bars, restaurants and liquor stores, while occasionally finding new ones to check out. One place that I visited on a monthly basis was this nice little sit-down restaurant in downtown St. Helens. By the way, if you are ever planning on driving past St. Helens, OR on your way to somewhere else, drive down Columbia Blvd. all the way down to the river and stop for a lunch or dinner anywhere that serves food. Everywhere in downtown St. Helens that serves food, serves great food, and now that the Plantation House is gone, it’s all at a reasonable price.
One day while making my rounds, I went in to the little sit-down place and the waitress behind the bar asked me what I was planning on doing with all the bags. I told her about my idea and that I would need several hundred. She then told me that she had a large box full of them in a storage shed full of her and her boyfriend’s stuff. They had gotten the storage shed when they moved to Oregon from Wyoming. She had been planning on going through it soon and would just give me the whole box when she did. I thanked her for the thought and told her that, if it was more convenient then leaving it at the restaurant, she could just drop it off at the funeral home where I lived. She flinched a bit when I told her that, but at this point I had lived there for at least a year and a half so I was used to this reaction and thought nothing of it.
Later on, I dropped in at the same place several times hoping to see her so I could give her a little nudge about going through her storage shed. It was getting close to the time when I would graduate and move away and I wanted to get the box from her if I could before I left. I asked the sweet little blond girl behind the bar for the waitress by name to see if she was there. She said she wasn’t and then said something apropos of nothing that took a second to sink in, but nearly knocked me off my feet when it did.
She said “Isn’t it sad what happened to her boyfriend? And on Valentine’s Day too,”
I remembered Valentine’s Day. Specifically, I remember going on a first call on Valentine’s Day. At this point, going on first calls to Good Samaritan hospital, or Good Sam as we called it, was routine. My boss would call with a name, I’d suit up, get in the van, and head down Hwy 30 to Portland. This night wasn’t any different. I went, got the face sheet (a form that hospitals have on file with patient info like name, date of birth, date of death, next of kin, etc. They give a copy to funeral home staff when we come for a body) from the lobby, got the body from the hospital morgue, and headed back home to put the person in the cooler. When I got the body downstairs I unzipped the bag and stopped for a second. This guy was young, close to my age. This was unusual; most of the people I pick up from Good Sam were elderly. I looked at the face sheet and, sure enough, he was only a year older than me and the cause of death was traumatic brain injury. He didn’t look too bad to me, so I slid him on to a metal tray, set his features, and put him in the cooler.
Fast forward to the day the little blond hostess unwittingly informed me of her co-worker’s unfortunate circumstances. I thought back to the day I had told the waitress to drop the box off at the funeral home. The waitress that I now knew was, at that point, still grieving her boyfriend who she moved here all the way from Wyoming with, supposedly so he could take a job, the job where the brain injury occurred, on Valentine’s Day of all days. I had told her to drop them off at the place where she probably went to arrange his funeral. When she flinched, it wasn’t the normal everyday ‘oh, yeah. I forgot people actually did that as a job’ reaction, it was her reacting to the specter of death walking in to her work, probably the one place she could distract herself from the pain, and reminded her one more time of all that she had lost.
I never went back to that restaurant to ask for Crown Royal bags and a box full of them never showed up at the funeral home, not that I ever expected them to. I wish there was a more interesting post script to this story, but there isn’t. Being in this industry requires you to interact with the public and the fact that you’re going to run into people who’s families you’ve served out in the larger world is unavoidable. The only thing you can do is serve each family to the best of your abilities and help them to say goodbye to their loved ones in a way that brings more joy than pain.
Wow. That got more sentimental than I planned. Oh, well.
That’s all for now.
If you want to know more about the event I’ll be at at the TRAC here is the link: http://www.traconline.com/event-calendar-details.php?event_id=637 There’s not much info.
Like last time, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, spelling or grammatical corrections (how will I ever learn if no one ever says anything), words of support or encouragement, confessions of love, hate-filled rantings of utter distain, or anything else for me, do not hesitate to email me at funhomeambo@gmail.com.
I’ll post a new one of these every week. Feel free to e-mail me and call me a loser if I don’t live up to my self-imposed deadline.
Hope you enjoyed it and I thank you for reading all of this or skipping to the end, whichever is the case.


Johnathan Hove

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Anubis Drives a Tan Suzuki Week 7 & 1/2           
Wednesday?
Yes, I know this is late, but I truly haven’t had the best week. Shifting schedules at work and an increase in school workload made me reevaluate my priorities. I had already given up a great deal of my social life when I started school again, and when I pit this blog against work and school, the blog came in third.
So, I hope this make you, the reader, think: ‘Hey, this guy made the mature choice. He put career and education first,’ and not: ‘This guy doesn’t have what it takes to follow through on this.’
I talked to my boss about giving me a more regular schedule and she agreed. Hopefully I’ll be able to balance things much better from here on out. Finals week may be a bit of a challenge, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
This Sunday I promise (I know, I know. We’ve heard this before) to have a full post. I’ll go into much more detail about some of the awkward and tragic situations working in this field has gotten me into. I’m even working on an idea concerning the health, safety, training and licensure requirements for Funeral Homes and Prep Rooms (where embalmings are performed) and comparing them to similar standards in another very different type of business that also deals with blood borne pathogens. And yes, it is a secret what the compared business will be, but only because if I told you, you might just do the research yourselves. Then there would be no point in me telling you because you already know.
That’s all for now.
Like last time, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, spelling or grammatical corrections (how will I ever learn if no one ever says anything), words of support or encouragement, confessions of love, hate-filled rantings of utter distain, or anything else for me, do not hesitate to email me at funhomeambo@gmail.com.
I’ll post a new one of these every week. Sometimes they’re a little late, but they always get posted eventually. Feel free to e-mail me and call me a loser if I don’t live up to my self-imposed deadline. Thank you, again, Charmane for not letting me slack off on this anymore than I already had.
Charmane is one of those rare breed of friends who believe and encourage you, who never lets you give up on your dreams, and always has time to lend a sympathetic ear. And . . . I just sat here for probably 20 min. trying to think of other ways to shower praise on her while not being overwhelmingly cliché, or inadvertently insulting all my other friends. The support and encouragement among my friends for this project has been universally positive, but Charmane has been the loudest and most . . . um, uh. I’m tired and my writer’s block keeps getting worse. Long story short: She’s an amazing woman and she deserves recognition. I just wish I had the words right now to thank her properly, but I don’t. I hope the thought at least will count for something.
Hope you enjoyed it and I thank you for reading all of this or skipping to the end, whichever is the case.




Johnathan Hove

Monday, October 14, 2013

Anubis Drives a Tan Suzuki Week 6: A day late and an update short.

Anubis Drives a Tan Suzuki Week 6: A day late and an update short.
            No updates this week again. School work took up most of my time last week and my interview subject fell ill. These hick-ups and lulls in activity along the way are to be expected. Rome wasn’t built in a day and >insert here some other cliché that follows disappointment.<
 I am fast becoming aware that most of the work that will be done on this project will have to take place in the few breaks from school and in the 4 months leading up to the start of the project. It has also occurred to me that it might be a good idea to have backup funeral homes in each state just in case the main one backs out for whatever reason. I never thought this was going to be easy and if it was, it probably wouldn’t be worth doing, right?

On the subject of Romance
I am willing to bet good money that no one ever got into the Funeral Industry “for the chicks” or if they did, left the profession quickly, or changed their priorities. I haven’t read any national statistics or anything, but based on my own experience, being a funeral director isn’t exactly a turn-on to the fairer sex. On more than one occasion I’ve had the mood on a date completely hit a wall or take a downward trajectory when I mentioned what I did for a living or what my associates degree was in. Being able to get full preservative distribution into a corpse with a compromised vascular system and/or being able to successfully upsell a casket, perhaps unsurprisingly, isn’t what most women look for in a perspective mate, at least, not in my experience.
            I’ve often wondered why, as a marginally educated man in my late twenties, I’m less successful in the romance department than I was as a high school dropout in my mid-twenties, working 70 hours a week for at or just over minimum wage.
Was it because 40 of those hours were spent working at an adult novelty store? Maybe. Was it because I was 50 lbs. lighter and looked 10 years younger back then? Probably. Is it because now I’m a glaring reminder of mortality and/or I remind most people of the faceless strangers in suits and ties that ran around in the background at Nanna’s memorial service? Nanna, the kindest and most gentlest person from their childhood? Who was all summer days, warm cookies, holiday dinners, warm embraces, and the pure innocence of childhood personified? Who they miss more than anything in the world? Who’s death marked the point in either adolescence or young adulthood when they realized that life is sometimes cold and unforgiving? The moment that it truly and permanently sunk in that they, and everyone they have ever loved or cared about, will die someday? Something tells me I shouldn’t rule it out.
I had someone tell me once that they had a friend who was a funeral director and that this friend told people he stocked shelves at the Gap rather than tell people he was a funeral director. He would lie to prevent the possibility of an awkward moment. I just can’t ever see myself doing that. Not only because I find it hard to lie to people, but simply because I find this profession just too fascinating (surprise, surprise given my present pursuit, right?), even if in doing so, it only serves to perpetuate my serial bachelorhood.
That’s it for now. I was planning on sharing some of the really awkward moments I’ve encountered either telling people where I worked or when people remembered where and in what context they first met me, but how else would I keep you all coming back? That is if anyone is even reading any of these.
That’s all for now.
Like last time, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, spelling or grammatical corrections (how will I ever learn if no one ever says anything), words of support or encouragement, confessions of love, hate-filled rantings of utter distain, or anything else for me, do not hesitate to email me at funhomeambo@gmail.com.
I’ll post a new one of these every week. Feel free to e-mail me and call me a loser if I don’t live up to my self-imposed deadline. Thank you, Charmane for keeping me motivated this week.
Hope you enjoyed it and I thank you for reading all of this or skipping to the end, whichever is the case.



Johnathan Hove

Monday, October 7, 2013

Anubis Drives a Tan Suzuki Week 5

Anubis Drives a Tan Suzuki Week 5

Updates: Yes, I actually have updates this week!

Wednesday: Called a few of my old classmates from Mount Hood to see if any of them could or would see about talking to their managers and/or owners at the funeral homes where they work to see if they would be willing to be host funeral homes for my project.
Called a funeral home in one of my Wish List cities (I’ll get to that in a bit) and never got a call back, but I am still determined and will persist.

Persistence:
            As you might have guessed, not having anything to show last week as far as progress really motivated me to at least have something for my readers this week, so I made some calls. I am also proud to report that I will, if all goes according to plan, my first interview for you all next week.

Nepotism:
            One great thing about going to an actual in-class Funeral Service Degree program is the experience of being around and interacting with people who, like you, are either in or have ambitions to eventually be in the Funeral Industry. They become more than just a name on an e-mail or a profile picture on LinkedIn. They become the people you think of first when you learn about a job opening in your area. I can’t count how many times I’ve e-mailed or texted friends I had in the program about openings I’d heard about in the Northwest, or even how many times I’d been contacted by someone letting me know about an opening they had heard of.

            It just goes back to what I’ve said before (or implied at least) about the Siblinghood of Funeral professionals, locally and nationally. The feeling that you get once you’ve spent time in this industry, that we all know how challenging and exciting this job can be. The feeling that when one of us succeeds, we all succeed.

The Wish List:
            When I first started this project, it occurred to me that there were a few cities or areas that I really wanted to visit during the course of this year-long trek. Places that would be rich in the types of stories I would love to hear and retell. If I can’t find a host Funeral home in the areas I preferred, so be it. I’ve said before that this project at all times must give way to the bounds of reality and practicality, but ultimately this is a labor of love for country and profession; a dream made manifest through persistence, hard word and a thousand ways of asking “please?” If fate does not allow the exploration of any or all of the places on this list, then so be it.

The Wish List is as follows:

Sedona, AZ
Why: It’s a hotbed of New-Age culture and counter-culture and I’d love to learn about the different types of funerals, traditional or otherwise, take place in that area.

St. George, Utah
Why: It’s a near-border town with a lot of history (yeah, I’ll just leave it at that)

Las Vegas, Nevada
Why: Not at all why you’d think. Normally I would avoid this type of place like the plague. Crowds of people, bright lights, and crowds of people, non-stop 24 hour activity, lots and lots of people all over the place all in a theme park type environment. I get hives just thinking about it. I don’t like crowds and I don’t gamble, but no one can deny the amount of history in the area, from Bugsy Siegel to the Blue Man Group. And as a kid who grew up with a view of one of the three areas that helped produce the first Atom Bomb, I’d love to visit one of the testing sites just over the mountains from Las Vegas.

Any of the Hydraulic Fracturing Boom-Towns, ND
Why: I’d like to hear how the large influx of population in the area has affected the local funeral industries.

Rowley or Ipswich, MA
Why: Because I’m a huge H.P. Lovecraft fan-boy and I would love to see the area that inspired the classic tale of horror, A Shadow Over Innsmouth.

Anywhere in Harlan County or Harlan, KY
Why: Just me being a huge fan-boy again. I love the show Justified and after watching the 1976 documentary Harlan County USA, I really would love to see the area from the perspective of the local funeral industry.

Anywhere in Carroll County, Virginia
Why: Genetics plays a role in this one. My mother’s family is originally from Carroll County and I would love to see my ancestral home.

Bangor, ME
Why: You guessed it, fan-boying again, this time over Stephen King. I grew up watching movies based on his books, I even read a few of them. And by grew up, I mean I watched Stephen King movies when I was a very young child and I turned out fine. Well, kinda.
That’s the list so far. I’m sure that I’m forgetting some. And I hope you all still take me seriously after reading all of that. That is, if you ever did in the first place.

Here is a link to the full documentary, Harlan County, USA:
  
          Like last time, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, spelling or grammatical corrections (how will I ever learn if no one ever says anything), words of support or encouragement, confessions of love, hate-filled rantings of utter distain, or anything else for me, do not hesitate to email me at funhomeambo@gmail.com.

I’ll post a new one of these every week. Feel free to e-mail me and call me a loser if I don’t live up to my self-imposed deadline.

Hope you enjoyed it and I thank you for reading all of this or skipping to the end, whichever is the case.

Johnathan Hove