Second hand truth

“God, this is awful,” I mutter under my breath to my cousin who is sitting beside me on the pew at the front of the chapel. The funeral celebrant, who had never met my mother, is reading the eulogy. On top of everything else, she has a monotonous voice and is droning on about someone I do not recognize, certainly not my mother.

So begins a blog by psychologist Jane Christmas.

My mother’s personality was so complex and her life so sad, and my sister and I had barely taken a breath to start thinking about what it meant to have lost her. The celebrant suggested we could tell her about my mother’s life and she would write it, so we agreed. It was a mistake. We should have written it and at least presented my mother accurately at her own funeral.

Read the whole post here.

Farewell, Tana

I have just learned from Tony Piper, a man of much heart and inellect, the news that Tana Wollen is stepping down from head of ceremonies at the British Humanist Association. Tana, too, is a person of much heart and intellect and she’s been a good friend of the GFG. We’re going to miss her. We wish her every success and happiness in whatever’s next.

Her job is advertised on the BHA website. Find it here.

Godsmacked

It could have been a funeral-home scene out of a “Sopranos” episode. At the wake for crime author Philip Carlo, Tony Danza angrily interrupted the priest, claiming he was talking too much about God and not enough about the best-selling biographer of mass murderers.

“Tony, who was one of Carlo’s closest friends, walked right up to the priest and said angrily, ‘Excuse me, but this is not about you. It’s supposed to be about my friend, and if you can’t do that, maybe you should let someone else speak!’

“People were stunned, while the priest was visibly shaken. He tried talking about Carlo before quickly wrapping things up. Danza took over and eulogized Carlo with memories from their younger days.

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The labourer is worthy his/her hire

While I was well out of it last week on my guano-spattered rock set in a silver sea, the militant wing of this blog’s readership did a number on Lovingly Managed. It seems to have ended in either mutual exasperation or bewilderment. Probably a bit of both. Heavy breathing, for sure.

Perhaps the greatest dialectical damage was wrought by Rupert with a deadly weapon requisitioned from the Marxists. He epitomised the views of the anti-LovinglyManaged camp when he accused LM of commodification. Commodification, let me remind you, is taking something commonly offered for nothing and charging for it – helping blind people cross the road, for example. Gloriamundi echoed this: I think there’s a need for objective, up-to-date low-cost or free advice and information on how to proceed when someone dies, before FDs, Lovingly Managed, or people like me, get anywhere near the bereaved. A service not a business.

To all appearances this was a battle between altruism and avarice. But I’m not so sure that it was. I think that the three businesslike, intelligent and vocation-driven women behind Lovingly Managed could be earning a heck of a lot more doing something that brings them much less satisfaction.

One thing I am pretty certain of, though, is that altruism isn’t necessarily the force for good that it may, dare I say, self-righteously reckon itself to be.

There is a widespread, kindly belief in the funeral industry that bereaved are too easily exploited and must be considered exempt from market forces. This prompts two questions:

What then is a fair rate for the job?

What is the effect of low pay on levels of service?

The upside of things as they are is that the industry attracts a great many damn fine people who value service to fellow men and women way above the slavering pursuit of fast-moving consumer goods.

The downside is that it also attracts well-meaning do-gooders of questionable value but unjustifiably high self-worth.

And while some bereaved people need to be treated incredibly carefully and kindly, others do not, because they can look after themselves. While we’re about it, let’s not underestimate the responsibility that the bereaved have for themselves, because that’s a responsibility no one else can shoulder.

Kindness isn’t always as kind as it looks. The bereaved must not be patronised, infantilised or kept helpless by those whose apparent altruism masks dark neediness and other baleful if not barking psychological issues. Definitively not among these is any member of the militant wing of the GFG commentariat.

Vocation will always be a more valuable qualification in this industry than greed. For all that, nice guys famously don’t win ball games and they’re not winning this one. It is the greedy undertakers who are winning the battle for market share with their aggressive selling of financial products, funeral plans and their latest magic trick, the standardised quirky, individualised funeral. It’s called commoditisation and its outcome ought to be falling prices – but things are rarely economically orthodox in the death business.

As things stand, I am not aware of florists, printers or caterers pulling their punches financially with the bereaved. Undertakers do just about all right in a market depressed both by many punters’ low expectations of a funeral and also by an oversupply of undertakers. I am aware of many undertakers who could charge more, but don’t. I’m not going into grief counselling because I know almost nothing about it.

It’s secular celebrants I worry about. Financial rewards in this sector are terribly low for those who put in the time and care a good funeral needs. And of all jobs in the funeral industry, this one calls for especially high levels of a range of qualities which include emotional intelligence, literacy and performance skills – a rare combination.

Those who possess these qualifications can work for good money in the real world. Some, like Gloriamundi, are happy to work as a celebrant for the prevailing low rate for reasons which he/she gives over at her/his blog. Some are able to fund their habit with another income stream – a pension, often. This is a job you need to be able to afford to do if you’re going to do it properly.

Which is why many potential celebrants calculate the hourly rate, find they’d be better off at B & Q, then go do something else. Lost to the cause.

Up in Leeds OneLife Ceremonies, a mother and daughter team, have just launched their new website. I like these two a lot, they have energy, intelligence and spirit – they’re a cut above. They are looking to make a living out of celebrancy of all sorts, and why not? We need them. Having costed things carefully and not avariciously they have arrived at a fee for a funeral of a perfectly fair £275. Are they going to get any work at that rate? You tell me.

So here’s my proposition. Those celebrants who are presently undervaluing themselves financially are devaluing celebrancy by deterring good people from entering. By doing so they are leaving the door open for those of lower calibre who race about doing too far many funerals for their own good or anybody else’s. This is the inexorable Law of the Lowest Common Denominator.

Like any industry, the death industry only works well if people get paid properly.

Thirty funerals in thirty days

Over in Albuquerque, Gail Rubin has set herself the task of attending and writing up thirty funerals in thirty days. She got under way on Saturday. It’s going to make for a very interesting social document.

At this stage, of course, many of those whose funerals she will describe are as yet still alive…

Claire’s last word

Everyone looks at other people differently according to what they do. Hairdressers scan your hair, dentists your teeth, snobs your shoes… Undertakers? Why, they measure you for your coffin of course.

Surveying a funeral, the preoccupations of an undertaker are quite different from those of anybody else. Ordinary folk take in the procession, the flowers, the demeanour of the close family (grief bravely borne if they’re doing it by the script). But undertakers want to know who got it – who got the job. Their beady eyes home in on the registration plate of the hearse and decode the letters. Ah, CDF 1, Change and Decay Funeral Service (dignity assured, Daimler fleet, open 24 hours). They scrutinise the demeanour of the conductor (that watch chain’s a bit over the top), they log the condition and cleanliness of the cars and the aspect of the bearers. Who supplied that coffin? One of Wainman’s?

It is from this viewpoint that they will regard the funeral of lovely Claire Rayner, who died on Monday. As the chair of the Co-operative Funeralcare Forum (2002) Claire abetted this admirable organisation in its mission to bring about a “major shake-up in the UK’s funeral provision” and meet the “need for more information to help people make every funeral special.” So will she go with Co-operative Funeralcare? Why not?

What could possibly go wrong?

Claire was also a president of the British Humanist Association. It’s no surprise, then, that she will have a humanist farewell ceremony. This may pose a problem for the celebrant (if they use one), a problem which is becoming increasingly common. Humanist celebrants have, most of them, always gently outlawed hymns from funerals. Now they’ve got a new ontological problem with their clients. For though they may profess themselves to be hardened atheists, they later reveal a fuzzy belief in an afterlife of some sort, a freestanding heaven where no one’s in charge, a cake-and-eat-it sort of a place. Atheists are not the rigorous (left-leaning, often puritanical in the best sense) rationalists they used to be. They just don’t like, I don’t know, authority figures?

Whatever, Claire, who revealed a capacity for inconsistency when, as a lifelong republican she accepted an OBE, uttered these last words:  “Tell David Cameron that if he screws up my beloved NHS I’ll come back and bloody haunt him.”

Only joking, for sure. But Claire, I hope you will.

Thanks to Tony Piper for popping these mischievous thoughts into my head

There’s nowt so crap as a crem

Over in Lufkin, Texas, a new funeral home has opened. What’s different about it? It offers one of those familiar back-to-the-past initiatives which mark progress in funeral service: it’s owner is making his clients aware that they can have the funeral at home – if they want.

“It used to be that before there were funeral homes, the funerals were held at home,” said Philip Snead, CEO and Funeral Director of Snead Linton Funeral Home. “We’re just going back to the way that people used to do business. We do in-home visitations too, and we’re always mindful of health issues.”

I like it. So much better to hold a funeral on familiar ground than up at t’crem. So much better to hold a funeral on your own terms, in your own way. Best of all, it gives families so much more to do (decorating the venue, bringing the food…), and makes it so much easier for them to  run the show, buy tadalafil australia stand up and speak, do away with professional strangers. You don’t have to have the funeral at home, of course. There are community centres, hotels, cricket pavilions…

So forbidding is a crematorium, so alien, so marginalised, so exclusive of everything but death and deathmongers and the grieving bereaved, it is little wonder that people outsource the terrifying ordeal of running the show to someone they’ve briefed.

Says Mr Snead: “Since we’ve been offering the at-home services, people have responded favorably. The older generation grew up seeing their grandparents brought back to the home instead of being taken to a funeral home.”

How many UK funeral directors explore alternative venues with their clients, I wonder?

We will know, as a society, that we are getting funerals right when every crematorium ‘chapel’ in the country stands roofless, derelict and hooted at by owls. Of one thing we may be certain: there’s nowt so crap as a crem.

A Good Send Off

A Good Send Off was the title of this year’s Centre for Death and Society (CDAS) annual conference. Well, part of the title – the snappy part. In full it read: A Good Send Off: Local, Regional & National Variations in how the British Dispose of their Dead. It took place last Saturday in Bath.

For the GFG this was a great day out. For £25 we got a full day of talks about all things funereal with a very good lunch thrown in. The turnout will have been gratifying for the organisers, I hope. Their warm welcome, typical of CDAS events, was appreciated. If you’re not an academic, and you know you do not have the cranial contents to be one, it’s reassuring to be put at your ease.

Academics sometimes speak a variant or dialect of English which makes them incomprehensible to ornery folk. There was little of that. Cleverness levels at these things can sometimes climb so steeply that we ornery folk fall off the back of what they’re talking about. There was little of that, either, but you’ve got to expect a bit; these are mental weightlifters after all. As for the papers, there are normally a few which unpack research into fields so rarefied that you can only wonder what on earth led the researcher there. A sprightly 20 mins on, say, the iconography stamped into funeral biscuits in a remote Yorkshire village, 1807-1809. Not the sort of stuff us non-acs can take away and use. There was none such. I regretted that.

There were too many highlights to describe in a blog post and too many talks to attend: so many that they ran alongside each other (in different rooms, of course). Let’s just focus on the groundbreakers: the natural buriers and the forward-looking undertakers.

Simon Smith and Jane Morrell from green fuse contemporary funerals do things differently from most funeral directors and they get different results. Okay, so they work out of Totnes; they wouldn’t be doing quite so many funerals like this in a working class industrial town like Redditch. But they offered persuasive evidence that their way of working has broad appeal to the sort of people – hands-on, self-reliant, not deferential to convention, not necessarily educated middle-class – who do not want to be relieved of the duty of caring for their dead and creating their farewell ceremony; rather, they want to play whatever part they feel they can. Inasmuch as they have little idea what they can do and whether they’ll be up to it, their exploration of the options under the guidance of the funeral director is vitally important. In the words of Simon and Jane, “This demands the funeral director actively listen to the client in order to understand the values and reality of the family and the community, to pick up on their needs and desires.”

Together with their clients, Simon and Jane collaboratively create send-offs which are demonstrably transformative of grief; send-offs which yield some truly remarkable statistics:

  • Of funerals arranged for people over 70 years old, 69% are cremations compared with a national average of 72%. But for those under 70, the figure drops (alarmingly if you are a cremationist) to just 35%
  • Most green fuse funerals are conventionally religious or broadly spiritual, and here comes the next astonishing statistic: of the over-70s, 28% opt for a non-religious or atheist ceremony but in the under-70s that figure plummets to just 9%.
  • In both groups only 7% opted for professional bearers.
  • Among under-70s, 42% opt for a trad hearse and among over-70s, 55% opt for a trad hearse. I thought the figures would have been lower.

For me, Simon and Jane made their case: if funeral directors interview their clients carefully and collaboratively and have a discussion with them which is values-based, not merchandise-based, they find themselves not only doing things markedly differently but also in a way which produces far higher levels of satisfaction. These are real funerals which make a real difference to people. But they take much, much longer to arrange and to perform. Can they pay for themselves?

There were two excellent papers on natural burial. One was given by Melissa Stewart of Native Woodland (featuring James Leedam on slide projector). She took us through the many sorts of natural burial ground we now find in different parts of the country according to topography and population density. We tend to think of natural burial as generic, but it most certainly is not. Some of these grounds are surrounded by miles and miles of open country; others by housing estates and busy roads. In aspect, they span the sublime and the _______________ (use whichever word you think applies.) Thank you, Melissa, for a brilliant neologism: treestone, n — a tree planted at the head of a grave.

Another paper, by Jenny Hockey and Trish Green of Sheffield University, looked at, among other things, how some people who opt for natural burial do so out of sense of rootedness in the place they have chosen to live, and as a demonstration of that. Out of this impulse, and because their identification with a particular place is such a strong descriptor of their identity, comes a sense of continuing existence after death, a sort of immortality, as if the self remained embodied, sleeping on in the evergreen, forever a part of the place. Thus is a natural burial ground a sort of dormitory of the dead: “He’s here.” This is in complete contrast with a local authority cemetery, where the dead go to be just that: dead. Any sense of their continuing existence always locates them somewhere else.

Now, I’m not at all sure that that is what they were saying, but it’s the idea I came away with. And it’s easily tested. I would hazard a guess that when the living talk to the dead in a conventional cemetery, their words fly up. But when they talk to their dead in a natural burial ground their words fly down. Anything in it? I really don’t know. Probably complete nonsense.

At the plenary session at the end there was a lively discussion of taste in memorialisation items and the legitimacy of grave visitors imposing their own taste by clearing away stuff left by others. The natural buriers came in for some unmerited stick here (and I apologise for the way I fluffed my own response). The whole point about true natural burial is that there is consensus about how the ground should look: people have made an informed choice and bought into the unspoilt, ground-zero concept. Grave visitors have both a right and a duty to keep it looking as it ought.

It was great fun, at Bath, to meet so many friends and to make new ones, and to come away with one’s head a-buzz with ideas. This was a typically inclusive event, and I would urge anyone with an interest in funerals, especially funeral directors and celebrants, to go to the next one. There weren’t nearly enough of you. I can understand any misgivings you may have. Well, these academics may be terrifically brainy, but they’re also very kind, human, hospitable and even interested in what we have to say.

Why, when the day was over and I discovered to my dismay that I had left my bank card at home, who was it who galloped to my rescue with a pound coin for the parking meter? None other than Professor Walter himself. Thank you, Tony. It was a lifesaver!

Guest post by Rupert Callender, undertaker

Looking after someone who is dying can be a disempowering experience. You can find yourself always being sidelined and denied participation by people who know better. Disconnected.

When someone dies, however, you assume complete control. In spite of this, most funerals are conspicuously unjoined-up. Because people outsource the lot – the paperwork, care of the body, creation of the ceremony, transport, flowers, printing, catering, you name it – to all manner of emotionally disengaged specialist service providers. This outsourcing sets up a great many disconnects. Does that matter?

All service providers maintain a degree of judicious, objective detachment from their clients. Professionalism, they call it. A very necessary separation: it eliminates risk. Florists do not struggle with this. But the very best undertakers and celebrants do because they want to offer best emotional value.

Here’s how Rupert Callender of the Green Funeral Company addresses the disconnects. I’m incredibly proud to publish this. It is brave and it is beautiful.  Please say what you think. Fill out a comments box at the bottom.

I would like to thank Charles for the opportunity to respond to his provocative but honest

post about celebrancy. I feel he has brought to the surface much that needs to be

discussed.


My name is Rupert Callender, and my wife and I run The Green Funeral Company and are

often to be found wasting peopleʼs time with facetious remarks on the comments page of

this mighty blog. We are self taught undertakers and ʻcelebrantsʼ -a term that bothers me

with its implication of enforced jollity as much as ʻchapel of restʼ does with its confusing

mixed message- and have been doing both jobs side by side for ten years. We find it

difficult to imagine doing one without the other, and believe that the future of good funeral

directing lies with blending the two.


What Charles has highlighted is the possibility that our movement,(I am assuming a

shared sense of progressiveness from readers of this blog) is in danger of becoming

dangerously inoffensive on one extreme, or religiously combative on the other.

I would like to share with you the way we work and the differences between our own style

and that of both civil and Humanist trained celebrancy. I think we come from a relatively

unique position in approaching this without any prior training, and because of that, I

imagine much of what I say might feel counter-intuitive to some of you, and I hope to make

my points without being unduly provocative or rambling too much. These are important

issues we feel strongly about and it is difficult to know where to start, or when to stop.


Firstly, I think it is important to acknowledge that there must be a certain arrogance in the

make up of those who choose this riskiest of jobs, that of standing up to talk about the life

of someone they have never met, and our own individual motives for doing so are

sometimes altruistic, but are often altogether more complex and murky.


Often it comes from bitter personal experience; a family funeral in which a lacklustre priest

got the name of our relative wrong, or being shoehorned into an inappropriate religious

ceremony, or simply because of the emotional paucity of many traditional funerals.

My own motivation for what I do is because of the way my own bereavement was

mismanaged, first as a seven year old, at a time when childrenʼs involvement in a funeral

ceremony wasnʼt considered necessary, which established a pattern of numb

disconnectedness that re-emerged with my mother’s death when I was twenty five. For

me, every funeral I am involved in goes some way towards healing my hurt a little bit more.

I point this out so you can see that personally, I left objectivity at the door when I began

this work.


Most of the intention and training for secular celebrancy is concerned with making the

opposite true, of removing yourselves and your opinions from the dynamic, with the

intention of becoming a mouthpiece for the family and what they want projected into the

ritual. Much is done to minimise risk with safeguards put in place, because the potential to

ruin lives, certainly to ruin a post mortem relationship is huge.


These measures include a commitment to use a family’s words as much as possible, to

give them the farewell they had envisaged, to make sure they have a copy of what is going

to be said before hand, so they can check for inaccuracies as well as tone. This safety net

is summed up by the management-speak phrase, ʻBest Practiceʼ, but I believe that while it

comes from the best of intentions, safety is the enemy of authentic and lasting change.

If a family are reasonably ʻnormalʼ and happy, and we could of course argue for hours over

this definition, then a ceremony of this style can indeed reflect their happiness back at

them, but for any family with a complicated dynamic, often the last thing they need is the

reinforcement of their family script by an outsider colluding with their dysfunction, a

tightening of the grip on a social mask that often needs to be loosened, if not broken for

the real work of grieving to begin.


This is one of the reasons we approach the art of celebrancy from a different place.


Just because a family doesnʼt want a religious service, doesnʼt mean they have any clear

idea about what they do want. A certain prescriptive authority is needed, as very few

people have replaced Christianity with their own fully functioning belief system, complete

with a ritual to explain and deal with death, so simply telling them there is no “right” way,

only “their” way is unhelpful, and frankly, often a cop out.


If they subscribe to Humanism, then a Humanist celebrant is appropriate. Too often

though, bereaved people mistake Humanism for atheism, rather than what it actually is,

which is closer to anti-theism.


If a person has pagan beliefs, which a growing number of people in this country do, then

a pagan celebrant is the unargauable choice, but for everyone else, most of us, whose

beliefs are muddled between hope, fear, resignation and yearning, how are we to

approach death in a way which has integrity and depth and actually helps a family move

on?


Bob Dylan said: To live outside the law you must be honest, and I think the same appIies

to a funeral outside of a religious framework. The compass needed for this journey is the

truth, but a celebrant takes risks in telling it, what the dead person was actually like, the

nub of their relationships, what really happened in their life. It is often clear from an initial

meeting what the truth is and what needs to be said, the courage and skill of the celebrant

lies in revealing it gently with compassion, in a way which begins to heal.


Is this adding paternalism to arrogance? Certainly. Is it worth the risk? God I hope so.

It does mean a reappraisal of the function of a funeral and whether a successful one is

really one in which everyone is left comfortably unchallenged. I think there is an argument

for saying we not only want our funerals to change, but for our funerals to change us, to

become a place where change can be initiated, safely, but in a state of profound emotional

honesty. Perhaps we need to become as welcoming of regret and guilt at a funeral as we

are of reassurance and comfort, and when we are, we will know real change has

happened, but to be able to facilitate this, the celebrant needs to become more than a

mouthpiece, they need to become a witness.


It sounds extreme, not to mention unbelievably risky, but having made this

decision to put ourselves out there, to stand up and take a secular funeral service, then

perhaps we need to go with it, and to realise that our personal view point of their

relationship and their situation, gathered over the twelve or so days we have known them

is both valid and helpful. By asking us to take a service, a family is entrusting us with

ceremonial power, however subconsciously, and we should accept the honour and have

the guts to use it. This may well mean not simply rehashing what a family has told us, or

what they want to hear—often a sanitised version of a life coloured by guilt, shock and

social embarrassment—but by trying to tell the truth as we see it, avoiding euphemisms, or

elevating the dead to saintliness, or glossing over painful facts that everyone present is

aware of.


I donʼt mean that we spring a brutal ʻwarts and allʼ character assassination on a

dumbstruck congregation, but rather than repeating a conventional eulogy, something

more appropriate for a family member to deliver and usually given later on in the

ceremony, we talk about what we have learnt about the dead person and their relationship

in the time since we met them, which starts with the one thing usually left out, hurried

through, or euphemised– the personʼs death.


If looked at with compassion everyoneʼs death has something to teach us, not in a

voyeuristic or moral way, or because everyoneʼs death is beautiful; most are absolutely

not, but it is the last crucial piece of our lifeʼs puzzle, and with it sometimes some sense of

a life can come sharply into focus. It has something to teach us because it is the truth and

our destiny, and to leave it out or gloss over it is to lie by omission.


We donʼt regale everybody with a grim account of the mechanics of their last agonies, but

we do talk about the emotional journey of the dying process, the love shared, the

forgiveness bestowed, the unspoken finally articulated, what can really happen, and often

does around a deathbed. There can be more relevant communication between family

members in this time than in a preceding decade, and these are the stories we need to be

telling, the punchline to the narrative of illness, the real story that can so often left out of a

service.


As the celebrant, by talking like this early on in the ritual you get everyoneʼs attention and

establish an intention to be honest that gives anyone who follows permission to do the

same. There is a palpable sense of heightened concentration when you honour a

gathering with the truth as it is all understood to you. It raises everyone up to the same

level, out of the mundane and the superficial and cuts through the bland bullshit that mars

so many funerals. And when you reach this place, a ceremony can turn into a once in a

lifetime event, a space of raw honesty and emotional richness where genuine healing can

occur.


We have advantages in facilitating these moments, because we are also dealing with the

practicalities. We have unlimited access to the key bereaved, a lack of ideological or

spiritual agenda, and a deep connection to the family due to being custodians of the body.

We have time, sometimes over two weeks. Once we have taken on a funeral, we donʼt

have to bring anyone else in; there is no need for the family to repeat the story of their

loss. Early bereavement can feel as bureaucratic as any Kafka story and our gathering of

the information needed to hold the ceremony, can happen organically and almost invisibly.

Celebrancy is like other listening therapies; the art is to hear the client, and to show them

that they have been heard, but often that requires hearing what they are really saying.

But what do we know about their relationships with their dead? How dare we comment on

something on something we never saw?


I think our opinion of their relationship is valid, not least because we are the first to form an

emotional relationship with the bereaved after this life-changing event, and are crucial to

how they see and define their new identity. One of the reasons I donʼt show a family what I

am going to say, unless they specifically ask, is that I want them to hear what I have to say

for the first time within the framework of the funeral, in the presence of their dead. I am

talking to them first, not the congregation. I want them to hear what I have learnt, not

necessarily what they have told me about their relationship. I want them to be taken

unawares by the emotional clarity the truth can bring, to be separated from the numbness

of shock for just a second. I believe that the greatest gift you can give somebody deep in

the first rush of pain is to tell them something they didnʼt know they had told you, that the

nature of their relationship with their dead is such that it is visible, even after death, even to

a stranger. This is worth so much more than a repeated history, rewritten in flowery

language, but it does mean changing the nature of the service from a public event

concerned with social appearances with the family present, to an intimate ceremony

constructed around the truth to which friends are welcomed in and initiated.

It might seem we are stepping outside of our remit, straying into areas we havenʼt been

invited to, but actually we keep it very specific, and talk about only what we have

experienced directly, the loss that a family are feeling, always framed and enclosed and

referenced by the love that they feel. To do this we have to become more than a

mouthpiece, we need to become a witness.


In many Humanist funeral ceremonies this emotion can seem absent, perhaps because of

a desire to be seen as entirely separate from Christianity, but this negation of a religious

message means the central message that Christianity and Humanism share – “Love one

another,” a social command not a religious one, is forgotten, to the detriment of all.

I am not a Christian, but I do believe that love is the only appropriate measure of a life,

and whether a life had enough love or not remains its clear message to us, the still living,

and is a message that needs to be publicly aired. It is not enough to replace it with talk of

seasons changing, or leaves falling.


I have probably tried to say to much here, and I hope that in this jumble of opinions and

declarations some sense of what we do and how we do it differently comes across. I will

answer Charlesʼs question about how many services a celebrant should do in one week.

Personally, I start to lack focus on any more than two. Were I doing this without the

undertaking, clearly it wouldnʼt be financially viable, but I think there is a strong argument

for a confident celebrant to value themselves in the way Charles urges all good

undertakers to do, to realise that a well constructed ceremony is the most important part of

the funeral, and should be worth 3-4 hundred pounds.

Who’s working for who?

Secular funeral celebrants cling to the fiction that they work for their clients. They don’t. Their clients get to choose the coffin they want (they might go for something really expensive) but they don’t get to choose their celebrant, they get lumped with their celebrant. Celebrants work for funeral directors, who hold them in dependency.

That’s how the funeral directors see it. According to a report in the Funeral Service Journal (June 2010), Stephen Benson, civil celebrant, recently attended a meeting of the British Institute of Funeral Directors (BIFD). “A straw poll revealed that he had actually conducted a ceremony for over half the members present in the room.” This sentence tickles me. It makes it sound as if half of the undertakers present were dead. Perhaps they were.

Occasionally a celebrant will be contacted directly by a client, usually one who has seen the celebrant in action or received a recommendation from a friend. When this happened to me recently I was surprised when the funeral director came up to me after the funeral and said, “Thank you so much for doing this for us.” I won’t tell you what words I leashed in tightly behind my indulgent smile.

Unlike coffins, celebrants are available on the open market and can be inspected, rejected and selected at funeralcelebrants.org.uk. Recommended.