Ep – 126. Im Not Afraid of Death Anymore

You’ll die trying contain sensitive subject matter and conversation surrounding death and dying and may not be suitable for all audiences. Listener discretion is respectfully advised. A proponent for not believing things you read, you know, on the internet, generally speaking, that’s me. I actually stumbled face first into this on the most reputable sites to Facebook. I’ll get to that Trier’s. This is another confession of sorts, your funeral director that is me, is scared to death of death. I mean, so much so that I wrote a song about it. Speaking of I haven’t shared an update on the record in just a bit, but honestly, it is going much lower than it once was. I don’t know if I’m not inspired or just not pushing the process or a little bit of both. Nonetheless, I’ve been teetering with these five songs and have not been able to push on to the next one. But in the spirit of sharing the progress as promised here, here is a small snippet of a new song ironically titled scared to death

no, don’t wish any painful part of going through the child now father lives a wife never getting the nest kids assuta Stand tall, hoping they will see right through it all. But sending strong but faking it all along because I’m scared to death of dad. It’s taking everyone around me. I’m scared to know what’s next. Because no one else around can show me the way to go. The herd aware the phone goes off by the bed. I’m scared to death

I mean, I think it’s the pain, the unknown, the possible trauma, the mess, all the lingering helplessness, hopelessness. All of these thoughts make death so scary to me or made it so scary to me. I mean, I know my body will be tended to by my family and caregivers, or nurses or doctors or the like whoever it is. I also know if I am to die. Now the team that we have put into place would be so delicate and lovely to my shell, or at least I hope that of course they would, which once housed my spirit, which is now hopefully if I was to die right now on its way to eternal life and joy until I stumbled upon my inbox. These words were the most simplest and beautiful of words that I gazed upon that I consumed is what makes me no longer scared, really? At all. I’ll get to that. As always, this and every single episode of y dt is sponsored by this delicious cup of big turkeyfoot coffee. Yeah, I’ve had like seven. Head on over to you’ll die grab a bag, grab some swag. Follow me on Insta at Nathan Morris at you’ll die trying podcast and of course on ticky tock just find my name and Nathan Morris at you’re trying at more family bla bla bla bla bla, and of course EFF and their financial support of not only this show but the families we serve. Thank you express funeral funding, providing financial assurance to the families who call upon our homes. You know, with the unfortunate days, ending where handshakes mattered. Your words mattered, they still do, but they don’t hold true funeral providers. Now need to secure funds for services. EFF supports families with their family Pay option, as many people utilize the proceeds of insurance to cover funeral costs. EFF offers families the ability

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Alright, show which pulls back the curtain takes down these walls Brick by Brick exposes the true hearts of those caring for those he loved most. Get your quill pens ready? Here are those words. There was a moment when Moses had asked God what his name is. God was gracious enough to answer and the name he gave is recorded in the original Hebrew has YH wh er way. Over time, we’ve arbitrarily added an a and an E in there to get y’all way, presumably because we have a preference for vowels. But scholars and rabbis have noted that the letters why HWH represent breathing sounds or aspirated consonants. When pronounced intervening vowels, without them it actually sounds like breathing.

So a baby’s first cry, his first breath speaks the name of God. A deep sigh calls his name, or a groan or gasp that is too heavy for mere words. Even an atheist would speak his name unaware that their very breath is giving constant acknowledgement to God. Likewise, a person leaves this earth with our last breath when God’s name is no longer filling their lungs. In sadness, we breathe, heavy size and joy. Our lungs feel almost like they will burst. In fear. We hold our breath and have to be told to breathe slowly to keep us calm. When we’re about to do something hard, we take a deep breath to find our courage. So with the air in your lungs and the time you have what do you think you’d like your obituary to say? How does it read? Short and sweet, impactful and witty? Some of the coolest and most dreadful tributes I’ve stumbled upon the bad ones. I actually wonder if the funeral director was just as terrible. I wonder if it was the family’s choice. I wonder if the family they were not pushed and if they were pushed a little more to think what would you be doing with your loved one right now? If they were here in this moment, if that question was asked, that question never ceases to open the floodgates. The family may not have been pushed. Next thing you Know you’re learning of recipes when you do ask that question and how they the loved one added an extra cup of chocolate chips just because how No one sat in his chair. The story all along about mom keeping the plants alive and beautiful were in fact, fake and false because it was Dad. But dad let her take all of the credit for he needed. None. Those personal moments, things nuances are what we want to read about. I mean, these obituary tributes are forever on the web book, their bookmarks and pressed between your favorite scriptures. Hector, even on the nightstand, funeral directors, we have a responsibility to make sure the words printed are meaningful. They must matter so challenge yourselves. Like this family. This is real. And it’s amazing. The man the myth, the legend, men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. William Freddy MC that’s all say died. Freddy loved deep fried southern food smothered in cane syrup fishing at Santee Cooper Lake, Little Debbie cakes, Two and a Half Men, beautiful women, Reese’s cups and Jim Beam. Hmm. Not necessarily in that order. He hated vegetables and hypocrites. Not necessarily in that order. He was a master craftsman who single handedly built his beautiful house from the ground up. Freddy was also great at growing fruit trees, grilling chicken and ribs popping wheelies on his Harley at 50 miles per hour, making everyone feel appreciated and hitting coke bottles at 30 yards with his 45 when it came to floor covering Freddy was one of the best in the business. And he loved doing it. Freddy loved to tell stories, and you could be sure 50% of every story was true. You just never knew which 50 There isn’t enough space here to list all of the women from Freddie’s past. There isn’t enough space in the Bloomingdale phonebook.

Now he’s embellishing but you know what this is? This is creative. You see what’s happening here you see, you see, a few of the more colorful ones were mama Margie. Crazy Pam, big titty Wanda spacey, Stacy and sweet Melissa that’s on the teleprompter. I gotta read it. He explained that nickname had nothing to do with her attitude. He attracted more women than a shoe sale at Macy’s. He got married when he was 18. But it didn’t last Friday was no quitter, however, so he gave it a shot two more times. It didn’t work out with any of those wives either. But he managed to stay friends with them and their parents. So you got to have a little bit of a, you gotta, you gotta be a little laid back here. In between his many adventures, Freddy appeared in several films, including the ordeal of Dr. Mud, a time for miracles, the conspirator double wide blues and pretty fishes. When Freddie took off for that pool party in the sky, he left behind his sons is where they list the names of their loved ones here. I’ll leave all this part. I’ll leave it out. Just because I’m sure you can find it on the internet. This is my favorite part. Really? Freddie was killed when he rushed into a burning orphanage to save a group of adorable children. Or maybe not. We all know how he liked to tell stories. I mean, come on. Be creative. Be different. Don’t settle. If you see a terrible obituary, it’s not because that person was boring. Didn’t have friends. Or they didn’t live well. They just had a creatively and apt funeral director. Right I am Ron Burgundy. Words matter. You only get one shot to make them count. Anyway, here eyes well, sitting. Nathan Morris of you’ll die trying Morris family noble monument Swan Care Center Nathan Morris music signing off on another episode. If so happen to die before the next one you better believe my obituary will be something or not. But it better shift the next one