The Death of a Funeral Director
News travels fast in a small town. It went out over the police scanner that an ambulance had been sent to the local funeral home. That’s not normally a place that EMT’s work to save a life, but that day they were. The funeral director had suffered a heart attack in his chair on a Sunday afternoon, and his life was in danger. He is a church member as well as a good friend, and I got the call while I was in my office. I rushed down to the hospital to be there and get an update, but upon sight of the family it was evident I didn’t need an update. Roger didn’t make it. I hugged his wife and grieved with his employees, who were there to collect his body. I had the privilege to help them load the funeral director into a car with name on the side. The gravity of the moment was overwhelming. Roger had grown up the son of a funeral director and had spent almost all of his life around death. He himself had stood in countless hospitals and homes around grieving fam
