Ladies, Ladies, Ladies!
I guess to remedy those curious minds (not that curiousity requires remedy):
I moved to Portland, after having been born and raised in Seattle to pursue a degree in funeral service and embalming. Many of my peers within the profession, including myself, have been asked for an explanation as to why we/I entered the field. The question is rather generic and appears to be easy to answer, however, that one question seems to be the most difficult for many of us to answer,
Personally, if I have the means and the knowledge to assist others I feel the need to utilize those means and that knowledge to do so. What good is knowledge possessed if no one else is aware of it (excluding knowledge needed to make sly moves that you don't want anyone to be aware of)? In a way, funeral service epitomizes my desire to assist and serve those in a time of need. The integrity of a decedent is of course important to me, I avoid knocking the cott down a flight of stairs, or dropping a body as much as possible, but funeral service truely caters to the survivors of the decedent rather than the decedent himself.
And,,. I will be honest here; Funeral service and a prospective career in medical examining SATISFIES MY OSTENSIBLY INNATE AFFINITY WITH THE MACABRE. One wouldn't guess it though if they met me in the midst of a removal, I look terribly square and conservative in my suit. Not-a-one tattoo, piercing, or slice can be seen.
I plan to continue my education so that I can be a medical examiner, however, that requires a doctorate in pathology. If I don't make it as a pathologist in one fail swoop (pardon the pun), then I will work as a deputy ME, and once I have the energy, or shall I say fuel, to continue on to obtain a doctorate I will do so. If I become bored or sick with medical examining than I can fall back on funeral service and simpily be a funeral director and embalmer. Either way it is medical examining that has stolen my heart...oh, and my boyfriend.
I guess to remedy those curious minds (not that curiousity requires remedy):
I moved to Portland, after having been born and raised in Seattle to pursue a degree in funeral service and embalming. Many of my peers within the profession, including myself, have been asked for an explanation as to why we/I entered the field. The question is rather generic and appears to be easy to answer, however, that one question seems to be the most difficult for many of us to answer,
Personally, if I have the means and the knowledge to assist others I feel the need to utilize those means and that knowledge to do so. What good is knowledge possessed if no one else is aware of it (excluding knowledge needed to make sly moves that you don't want anyone to be aware of)? In a way, funeral service epitomizes my desire to assist and serve those in a time of need. The integrity of a decedent is of course important to me, I avoid knocking the cott down a flight of stairs, or dropping a body as much as possible, but funeral service truely caters to the survivors of the decedent rather than the decedent himself.
And,,. I will be honest here; Funeral service and a prospective career in medical examining SATISFIES MY OSTENSIBLY INNATE AFFINITY WITH THE MACABRE. One wouldn't guess it though if they met me in the midst of a removal, I look terribly square and conservative in my suit. Not-a-one tattoo, piercing, or slice can be seen.
I plan to continue my education so that I can be a medical examiner, however, that requires a doctorate in pathology. If I don't make it as a pathologist in one fail swoop (pardon the pun), then I will work as a deputy ME, and once I have the energy, or shall I say fuel, to continue on to obtain a doctorate I will do so. If I become bored or sick with medical examining than I can fall back on funeral service and simpily be a funeral director and embalmer. Either way it is medical examining that has stolen my heart...oh, and my boyfriend.
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Maybe someday, when I come back to the U.S. I will consider moonlighting as clean up crew for crime scenes.
~cheers
Accept late well wishes, then.