died as generally die in hospitals alone, without pain. The last thing I recognized his senses was an advertisement in which a popular figure is presented as a journalist and mother renting their likelihood to a factory of dairy products that claim to help the human body's defenses because of the benefits of its patented bacteria. be genius was a docile, friendly, made many friends, was an occasional opponent but never a single enemy. Loved almost all her lovers but reserved his best for delighting children with his presence while they were at his side, after the triumphs of each followed by filling of happiness and pride. His last partner died suddenly and barely had time to feel a void because the smell was still between the clothing closet and seemed to resonate the echo of his words in the house. Packed, just before entering the hospital, the most valuable possessions of their dead spouse stacking the boxes in the basement, photo albums, CDs, books, videos, love letters, yet so cool for a while and as stale during years, glorious testimony to justify a prestigious presence, diplomas, certificates, deeds, passports will now rot in the damp darkness of a corner
Someone off his hospital gown, someone wore their own clothing, makeup your face someone, someone put the body in the coffin of mahogany rented transport someone to the refrigerated room intended for cadaver exhibitions which looked flawless on the other side of the large glass border that separates the living dead in the morgues, an urn with separate ventilation and indicating thermometer visible from the outside that freezing mark. Death lock on the other hand, appear to be sleeping in the window of a florist, surrounded offerings, beautiful floral arrangements luxury bouquets, funeral wreaths trying to compensate with its colors and aromas the horrible putrefaction is ruinous contained in the receptacle. Nothing
condolences to standard funerals, our luncheon will be sailing in a morgue National Architecture Award in the provision of contracted services places particular emphasis on attention to family and friends available to them in a multi-faith chapel and as a cafeteria, restaurant, public parking, sale of coffins, tombstones, florist. A comfortable death mall offering services such as legal advice, assistance psychological, obituaries in newspapers reminders design, obtaining official certificates, proceedings before state agencies: Social Security, pensions, wills, and of course, thanatopraxy, for acquaintances may see one last time with a natural look and his relative calm trying to make the situation somewhat less traumatic, but all the dead are ugly because death is dreadful, which is why almost no one likes funerals and burials, which is why lunatics and psychopaths only find beauty and peace in funeral homes, in the echoes of cries increasingly scarce, which is why death is hidden, which is why we pay to foreign to take charge of the remains of our father, our mother, our children, our loved ones.
The contracted room is empty waiting for the first visitor. The music, compositions chosen for a prestigious list, began to sound through speakers camouflaged since it opened a couple of hours ago. On a giant screen displayed snapshots of the human being who is in the coffin after the clean glass. Images in which evolution is seen vital, happy faces, smiles, hugs, always in company, on the beach or on snow in the mountains. The blankness of the body contrasts with the liveliness of his face in the photographs shown happy almost always hugging someone, coworkers, friends, neighbors, children, partner, anyone, everyone. The huge room
generates stillness and serenity. Do not see any religious symbol. A pleasant temperature, neutral colors, cream, beige, brown, try feeling of tranquility, the black is forbidden, mourning, does not manifest. Lighting, furniture induce calm. It is a welcoming space designed with everything you need for the farewell of the living as pleasant as possible. You can see the professionalism, efficiency of staff in each of the details, the personalized attention that is offered 24 hours , 365 days a year, as assigned by the agent who came to the hospital to take over the body and procedures.
Today, the most ancient rites seeks discreet, friendly, content. Skip to death in a pleasure-oriented life that matter, ignore the pain, the existential terror permeated in all the atoms of all living things, hide the dead among the flowers, look at the bright color screen of your smile; to suffer an ugly reality that tarnish your memory, are the backward, poor, those who can not afford the service sentenced to live, you can hire you, you deserve spaces and protocols that you confeccionándoos sedentary soul beautiful memories and where comfort for the dead that ye have tarried, individual rooms that preserve privacy, toilets, showers with a design of a hotel that dramatize the event. Avoid death, hide like a horrible wart after a beautiful scenery. A pagan culture that does not believe in life after death must consequently be sought before it comes forward that is during deep sleep and awaken us so kind of a last gasp. Be considered, leaving a beautiful corpse, a lifeless elegant admirable that just before the spill a few tears away the bad taste of an unbearable emotional incontinence and hangover.
The soundtrack ends but after a few seconds, resumes from the beginning, have spent four hours on the screen, the image loop still shows affection.
Perhaps an older daughter is in charge of the services but can not attend the funeral because as a member of an NGO in a Children's Hospital Tübingen their work is crucial and failure to trigger a collapse, another brother might be one to enjoy scholarship for visual artists in New York or Paris preparing a first exhibition coincides with the death fatally be so impossible to postpone it, would be responsible for scattering the ashes after the burning desire as of late, but given the impossibility of assistance may be hired with the funeral service providing indications of where scatter, it can be to have another brother who has been unable to locate, perhaps a priest of the Missionaries of the Divine Word Mission in remote Australia. Solidarity beings committed to their peers who work tirelessly for a better life for all human beings.
Another smaller screen will appear weightless sympathy, condolences and apologies received by internet and telephone, hundreds of mourners messages, e-cards illustrated with sunsets, lakes and high peaks coming from different parts of the world. At last the door opens, is a man with a guitar, take a look around and do not be surprised to find the empty room, looks at his watch and then to a table that presents a tempting assortment served by a prestigious catering company, is reluctant to mouthful, is a professional, pulls out the guitar, clears his throat and immediately begins to sing a favorite song of the deceased person, may be 'Let It Be' by The Beatles, not once looking inside the coffin and when it ends immediately exits closing the door slowly. Have spent many hours, almost all, the failure to attend funeral dishonors their dead though it may make the greatest possible tribute from afar forgetting their trespasses, its shortcomings, leaving his name cleared of them in memory of all present. Nothing more, a full life, someone who should have died long ago, nothing fatal, was lucky he died long after they died their dreams, and she wanted nothing, not even one more day of life, if anything, he wanted at the last moment friendly hand shake, because that really is sad, that's the really sad to die alone in a hospital room, despite having been one to be kind, tolerant, respectful.
The company has expert event managers and the next morning enter the assigned to the family by giving orders to the attendants. The body, the flowers were removed the cabin and there was to clean the remains of no kiss on the glass. Keep coming sympathy with sample poems and texts related to the luncheon, the speakers continue to repeat the same music, the latest tribute, goodbye, and began to forget everything that that person was or represented, everything he did or did do, and finally cease to exist until the last memory of the last living thing that we knew. An operator off the screen, turn off the lights and take your name off the bulletin board, the room is clean, quiet, ready for a new service.
forget, but when you start that we know more leave us alone and if you can tell more popular dead than alive to is not far away. It is immortal until you see the first dead, then it is recognized that some day someone will leave a flower on our coffin contained gesture and feeling guilty about not feeling any pain, like that has happened or will happen to you, because as children we shield against suffering and if we sedan physical pain, why not sedate the soul, death is unavoidable but suffering itself, the penalty is gradually being banished at funerals to turn into a party, it is quickly moving the page of the tragedy to return immediately to the comfortable refuge from the routine consumption of microdose of joy and happiness because there is no greater pain than not being able to consume. Ash immediately
the dead, his ashes will soon be lost in the dust of remorse, liberaos of taxes to pain, those tributes to the tombs contain the bodies of loved ones corrupt, so corrupt as most ultra-standardized individuals who lost their instincts tamed by the media, subjected to all kinds of influences obsessed with consumerism and purchasing power.
After incineration was commissioned an ecological urn for ashes, consisting of sea salt dissolves in water in 30 minutes without leaving any residue. The extra bonus was not sufficient reason for the mortician to fulfill the order and instead of throwing it into the sea as directed, got rid of her in a culvert near a department store where I wanted to take the last day of sales.
Photo: Chema Madoz
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