Someone Has To Do It

People often ask me how I can be a funeral director?  Isn’t it emotionally draining is just one of the many questions I get asked day in and day out in addition to those asking about the “raw data of death”

After 43 years (I got my first job just out of high school) in funeral service and over 30 in Fire/EMS, I have experiences that will haunt me until the day I die.  On the other hand, there have been triumphs and the pride of knowing you were there for someone when they needed your help.


I have a great respect for those in the medical field, especially hospice caregivers.  I can’t begin to comprehend what they encounter each and every day they go to work. I suppose I wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t acknowledge all medical professionals, especially in light of current events.

The other day, one of my blogging buddies, renowned financier,  blogger and naturalist, David  Kanigan forwarded me an article that he thought I might find interesting.

I must admit I had no idea what a Knackerman was, but I sure as hell found out.  When one begins to ponder  life and death, it only makes sense that this job exists, but unless you are on those front lines, you probably would never think about it.

That thought reminds of  those silly folks that think it is cruel to hunt and kill your own food, because meat comes from the supermarket, right?

Sometimes its just better that we don’t know how that  sausage is made.

If I know one thing however, I know that I could never be a Knackerman. . .  the toughest job in British Farming.

I suggest not making the same mistake that I did… reading the article while I ate my dinner.

You will thank me later.

About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Nashville, TN, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Someone Has To Do It

  1. Live & Learn says:

    Sorry. I shouldn’t be laughing. And yes, it was right at dinner time!

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  2. Margy says:

    I’ll tell my husband that he was the ‘knackerman’ when he got to haul the deer carcass off our property and deposit it onto the prairie field behind us last spring. Fortunately there wasn’t much left but bones – nature’s natural disposal system had done a good job over the winter.

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