The Funeral Director’s Story
The funeral director says he has become accustomed to funerals, and that death no longer frightens him the way it once did. Yet he still feels a strange sense of dread whenever he attends the funeral of a young man. He recounts:
“That day I was at the funeral home, preparing for the burial of a young man who had suddenly died in a car accident. The whole family was in turmoil, but something strange caught my attention in the crowd.”
There was a young man sitting in a corner, not speaking to anyone, his face pale and tears streaming uncontrollably. He stared at the sink as if his heart was breaking apart. He quietly approached me and asked, in a broken voice: “Excuse me, may I help wash the body?” I asked him if he was related to the deceased, and he replied: “We were more than brothers; we were always together.”
I let him in, and he just kept crying, repeating: “Why, my friend? You promised not to leave before me.” I began washing the body as usual, and he assisted me skillfully and gently, as if he were a professional washer—even though I was sure this was his first time. Everything in his face revealed his deep, sincere love for the deceased young man.
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