Coordinating hospice care – and you thought blind dates were uncomfortable.

Photo courtesy of myself.

Photo courtesy of myself.

So your parent has come to you with bad news: the great grocer in the sky has put her on the bargain shelf of life with a fast approaching expiration date. Furthermore, something called “hospice” is going to be a part of your lives until after said expiration.

In the words of Merriam-Webster, ‘hospice’ is, “a facility or program designed to provide a caring environment for meeting the physical and emotional needs of the terminally ill.” It is also, “a lodging for travelers, young persons, or the underprivileged especially when maintained by a religious order,” but we’ll be dealing with the former definition in this context.

Depending on your area, insurance, etc., you may or may not have multiple options in choosing a hospice provider. That said, how you get to your first face to face meeting with a hospice representative will vary. With my father, it was a simple matter of scheduling a meeting time over the phone. But don’t be afraid to shop around if you can.

Now the hospice representative that comes to your house the first time is a lot like a professional match maker. Just like a match maker, the hospice representative wants to find out your likes and dislikes, your life situation, what’s important to you, and of course who will be a good fit for you. Only instead of in romance, it’s in palliative care. And of course both hope to find matches that last the rest of their clients’ lives.

My Dad’s match maker was a nurse who worked as an administrative head. Which made sense, as there was paperwork to sign and a physical examination to be done, so a quick kudos to the company making that money saving connection. The meeting consisted of somewhat strained small talk – go figure – a description of the services offered, contractual paperwork, and documents regarding “end of life” or “life sustaining” choices.

If you’re one of the precious readers who have been with us since the beginning, and/or have already had this first meeting, you can gleam how the small talk went – “How are you doing today?” “Oh you know, just waiting around to die. You?” And so on and so awkward. In regards to the services offered, we’ll be going into those in subsequent posts, and contractual paperwork is fairly straightforward, so today let’s discuss by far the most uncomfortable moments of the meeting: filling out How You Want to Die forms. Woo!

As you may have guessed, that’s not technically what they’re called. Official document titles vary state to state, but odds are good something like “end of life” or “life sustaining” will be in the name somewhere. I find my own wording to be most apt though, given the forms are all about what you would like and not like to go down when you’re in the middle of checking out of the hotel of life. Maybe you don’t want the bag boy to carry down all your luggage, maybe you’d like to have a feeding tube, the simple truth is the bag boy and your significant others won’t know if you haven’t told them.

This, it seems, is an extremely sensitive subject to broach, for the match maker was the epitome of politeness and compassion when she brought the forms out of her nifty Welcome to something something Hospice Care folder. I say “apparently” because I was fortunate enough to have a father who had long decided his choices and had not been shy about expressing them to me after my mother checked out early. For other families, however, this topic may not have come up in earlier conversations.

Have you seen those commercials for final expenses insurance policies and the like? Where evidently someone has died unexpectedly and the family was left in the lurch to cover funeral expenses? Well as corny as those commercials are, they bring up a good point: families don’t always talk about death enough.

Pro Tip #18: Ask your parents/significant other/siblings what their wishes are.

That not being the case with my father, and given his cut and dry nature, he and I quickly started going through the forms. It is important to note your parent’s match maker may or may not have you keep the forms overnight, to make sure your parent has had enough time to decide on whether he would prefer the morphine tartare or the salmon.

Regardless of how they get filled out, what matters is that they are. And ideally, that parents didn’t wait until hospice came to have these documents squared away, because we all know we don’t all go with advanced warning. Along that vein, it is just as important to have the forms in an easily accessible place. Because no one wants to be arguing with their aunt Marna about what their dad’s check out preferences were while she’s finding a red eye flight out from back east and you’re riffling through legal papers hoping he had them written down somewhere at three in the morning.

Pro Tip #19: Have your parents/significant other/siblings/self get the wishes in writing. Save people a boat load of time and hassle.

Once all that stuff and the physical exam is done, the match maker now has a pretty solid idea of your parent’s needs and wants, and which services your family will be using. All that’s left to do is wait and see what the match maker comes up with for your parent.

Next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: Goldi-Dad and the three nurses.

Nothing says, “My deepest condolences,” like an assorted cheese platter.

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Photo by Dorina Andress, cropped by Neutrality.

When someone dies, each culture has its own customs and protocols for the aftermath. Now since this blog is still what we would call anecdotal in nature, I will not be comparing the many similarities and differences in death rituals across the globe – we’ll save that for the cultural anthropologists. In its place is a tale of mystery, death, and how the road to regret is paved with gooey, cheese filled intentions.

Death #1

My Mom died about a quarter after nine into the New Year. Some of you reading this are already familiar with the procedures that follow a hospice death, and for those of you who aren’t, contain your excitement because we’re not discussing it this post. What’s important for this post is what happened later that day. Close friends had planned to come over soon anyway to say their goodbyes, and given the holiday few were working, so before I knew it our home was full of people. Which was great! What was less great? At least five mothers following the social protocol of bringing food to a bereaving family.

I mention the mothers, specifically, because where a person’s coworker may bring a card, or some flowers, mothers will bring you enough food to last three months when the person who died was the main food preparer of the family unit. Not to mention all the finger food for the guests. People get hungry, especially when they’re exerting all that energy mourning and giving condolences. I mean it, next wake you go to watch for how many get up for second helpings.

By midafternoon food sprawled across every inch of counter space our kitchen and dinner table had to offer. It was as if I was the one who had died and awoke in the Promised Land for foodies. All different types of deli meats, bread dips galore! Crisp veggie spreads ripe for the eating! And oh the cheeses! So many plates of cheeses!

My most vivid memory of that day, second to one, is my Dad and I looking into our stuffed to capacity fridge and solemnly agreeing no less than half would go bad before we could eat it.

Death #2

When we learned my Dad was terminal, I made a decision. I would make it clear I wanted no food brought over after his passing to avoid what happened with my Mom. I would not see another deli meat platter wasted. Nor would I have my freezer packed in some insane game of 3-D Tetris of varying lasagnas like what happened to my friend Michael after his Mom passed. Instead, I asked for something I knew would keep for a long time and would be enjoyed at some point – alcohol.

To pull from my Facebook status: “His wishes were for no service or wake of any kind, but if you’d like to stop by sometime this week or so, please just give a heads up. And I know social convention dictates the offering of food items such as deli meats and lasagna, but please note food perishes quicker than alcohol, and there’s only so much room in my fridge and tumbly.”

For those of similar inclinations and in similar situations, feel free to use this as a starting point when crafting your strategic status update.

Now, I almost got it right here. I made it known to all on the Facebook I did not want food, frozen or otherwise, and somewhat subtly requested spirits in place of it so people would still satisfy the need to bring something. However, I still fell short of success. I failed to specify the type of alcohol, assuming my friends would bring a variety and had some inclination to my tastes. Alas, it was not to be. It was the multiples of assorted cheese plates all over again, in the form of red wine. But, thankfully, alcohol does last longer than cheese platters, and here we are almost a year later and only a few bottles left in the pantry.

Lessons learned

The moral of this tale is Pro Tip #17:

Put coordinating food and drink on your post-death To Do list.

Seriously. Otherwise you don’t know if you’re getting stuck with five pounds of cheese, or eating nothing but lasagnas for a solid month, as Michael explains in his blog post, “How my Mom’s death made me hate lasagna.”

Now go, those of you with a dying someone, right now, drop your tablet or phone, toss that laptop aside, and write it on your list. Or keep your device in hand and put it in your electronic list. However you roll.

Don’t have a list yet? It should go something like:

  1. Call hospice
  2. Call funeral home
  3. Coordinate post-death food and drink situation
  4. Find something to do until they get there
    1. TV
    2. Read
    3. Scrabble, maybe.

Every list will be vary depending on the circumstances, of course.

Pro Tip #16: Make a post-death To Do list.

And now, to start a new arc in this blog adventure. Next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: Coordinating hospice care – and you thought blind dates were uncomfortable.

“OMG REALLY?” who says that?

Bumblers, that’s who. Oh how we loathe them.

“Alexis! How are you? How’s your mother?”

“Oh, actually she passed away a few years ago.”

“OMG REALLY?”

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You may recall my saying there are two kinds of Bumblers. The humorous, and the serious. But what I failed to tell you is that while only certain individuals are Bumblers, everyone, yes everyone, is capable of a Bumbler Moment. This is when we say something truly asinine right after the brain reboots from terminal news. Understand the Bumbler’s speech comes from repeated attempts at intelligent thought in addition to any initial inflammatory statements. But for some who’s usually another member of The Uncomfortable, a pure Bumbler Moment is a quick draw duel to the death in which your brain attempts to kill the information given to it by shooting a chunk of lead with “OMG RLY NO WAY” etched into it.

I do not know why people do this. Perhaps it is because, as is too often the case, we are not actively listening to other people, and the shock from when information is finally processed slaps 50 IQ points clear out of our ear holes and goes with the brain’s set shocked response. Perhaps we hope in our heart of hearts it is a joke, or simply we can’t fathom people we know die. For whatever the reason, Bumbler Moments happen.

Which brings up the question of how a Teller deals with a Bumbler Moment.

“OMG REALLY?”

…No, I’m lying, in church no less! She’s right over there, third pew from the front.

Or

“NO WAY!”

YES WAY! Would you like to see her cast iron urn upside your head?

Or

Do the mature, responsible thing like Alexis actually did and say, “Yes, unfortunately.”

Pro Tip #14: Just like the Bumbler individual, people experiencing a Bumbler Moments do not carry any ill intent, and should be handled with patience and the understanding that the police will most likely not accept your Dead/Dying Parent Get Out of Jail Free card discussed in Pro Tip #1.

If you are the one who created the Bumbler Moment, don’t be too hard on yourself. It can happen to anyone. But, don’t not be hard on yourself, because you did say, “OMG REALLY” in a high pitched valley girl voice to a person whose parent is dead or dying.

Pro Tip #15: Everyone is susceptible to a Bumbler Moment. Beware.

Now that we’ve brought out our dead and discussed various conversations that can arise when doing so, let’s take a break before we delve into another multi-post topic. Next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: Nothing says, “My deepest condolences” like an assorted cheese platter.

Oh no, I’m sorry. OMG REALLY why is the one with the dead mom apologizing?

I’d like to start this post off by saying how much research I put into linguistics and human behavior regarding our present discussion, but in truth it was a seven minute google search reminding me why professionals pay for subscriptions to psychology magazines and the like. So for now we’re going to stick with what we got – a handful of people with dead or dying parents in a small geographical location that I happen to know. A.K.A. a convenience sample. To my high school statistics teacher, I’m sorry. Which conveniently leads us into today’s focus, progeny of the dead and dying saying “I’m sorry”.

Mathematics Pro Tip #whocaresthisisn’tablogaboutmath: Statisticians generally don’t find convenience sampling reliable. If you’re taking a test and it implies otherwise, it’s a trap. Probably.

Those who are uncomfortable with emotional situations, those who are prone to being overly polite, and those with exceptionally sensitive empathy sensors will find this happening more often than others. When the person receiving the terminal news says, “I’m sorry”, we respond with it in kind. “Oh no, I’m sorry for making you upset!”

Which, frankly, is ludicrous. It is absurd to reassure someone by apologizing for the death of your parents. Unless, of course, you had a hand in their demise, but let’s assume you didn’t give them cancer/heart disease/strychnine/etc.

But we do it. Why? It probably comes from a similar place the other person’s “I’m sorry” came from – bewilderment – and a desire to calm the individual. As previously stated, “I’m sorry” is simply the go to response, creating this ridiculous loop of “I’m sorry”s.

Now I personally struggled with the anxiety of blindsiding an unsuspecting person and throwing her off her day’s grove. For example with the Bank Lady, although I was initially prepared, I dreaded actually telling her. Whenever people became distressed, cried, or locked eyes with me, full of unstoppable sincerity, I said, “I’m sorry” out of sheer panic. But one day, with the help of others, I was enlightened. Just as getting blindsided is a part of life (Pro Tip #5), so too is this awkward situation. So now, while I still find myself saying, “I’m sorry”, I wholeheartedly appreciate it when someone has the sense to reply, “Why are you apologizing? You’re the one whose parents died.” To those select individuals, I thank you.

Pro Tip #13: Enjoy the ludicrous things.

Next Time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: “OMG REALLY?” who says that?

I’m sorry. OMG REALLY why does everyone say that?

As the title implies, today’s post will be about automatic responses triggered by terminal news. The exact phrasing varies depending on the area, but I’d wager everyone has them in their lexicons. And along those vague lines of unsubstantiated hypotheses, I have no idea how contained the two responses we will be discussing shortly are to my specific locale. “I’m sorry” seems to be extremely popular across the country, but I have my suspicions, “OMG/Ohmehgawd/ohGod REALLY?” may be more of a Californian concoction.

Firstly, for those of us who have run across these responses already when delivering mortal tidings, let’s do a quick woo-sa session to help dissipate the feelings of irritation and bloodlust the mere mention of these phrases may well have already awakened.

All set? Great. Let’s look into the phrase, “I’m sorry”, and how it is used by both parties in the conversation.

“I’m sorry”

Like most things in this realm of dead and dying, “I’m sorry” usually comes from a very genuine place. Even when I spoke with the nice lady in India about my father’s cell phone line, the feeling behind her first words was sincere. Now the repeated, “We are sorry for your loss again”, undoubtedly a script she has been trained to say, was unnecessary. “I’m sorry”s are subject to the law of diminishing returns. The more you say it, the less impactful it is. Worse, not only will it become less effective, it can even have the opposite effect of what you were going for. Burying a person under a landslide of “I’m sorry”s is more likely to annoy/crush/suffocate someone than lighten his emotional burden. It can also imply insincerity in extreme cases.

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But I’ve gotten a little ahead of myself. Here I am talking quantities when we haven’t even checked the quality out yet.

Pro Tip #12: “I’m sorry”s are subject to the law of diminishing returns. Limit the amount of times you reiterate your condolences to someone, especially when the terminal news is not the main topic of conversation.

“I’m sorry” sets the standard when people hear about someone’s hardship, although usually the person saying it has had nothing to do with the hardship occurring. This can cause the, “why are you apologizing, it’s not your fault”, response. For a while, I myself used this, because indeed it did not make sense to me why people were saying it. However, because for whatever reason “I’m sorry” is the standard to express empathy or sympathy for your situation, so that response throws people off, making them more uncomfortable. If “I’m sorry” is off the table, what is there? “Well uhh….at least you don’t have to visit hospitals anymore.”

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Trigun

 

Probably best to stick with, “I’m sorry”.

You may have noticed my strategic bolding of “both” earlier. If so, congrats on your killer observational skills. The reason I did this is because of a rather peculiar thing that can happen when someone says, “I’m sorry”. “Oh no, I’m sorry.” The progeny of the dead and dying finds itself apologizing right back.

Next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: Oh no, I’m sorry. OMG REALLY why is the one with the dead mom apologizing?

Criers to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am stuck talking death with you.

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The Uncomfortable

When you tell someone anything, not just dead and dying news, which is out of the norm, out of the set communication patterns they are used to, it throws the brain for a loop because most of the time we aren’t actively listening. You will notice this by a blank look on the face as the brain reboots and sends the information through again, generally followed by a shocked face as the macabre information is properly processed.

Pro Tip #7: The time and degree of intensity for a shocked face will vary from person to person. Be sure to cherish the exceptional ones.

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As I have said, people will react in different ways to news of a terminal illness or death, and conveniently for us I have broken the most common reactions down into five categories. You all know how I love to do that. And like the others, categories are not mutually exclusive.

The Crier

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This person is unique from the others in that she is not uncomfortable or unsure of what to do, because she lets her emotions guide her completely. This, however, can be uncomfortable for you, the teller. Depending on the category of person they are to you, extremely uncomfortable. Or maybe you just don’t like such displays of emotion. Along that vein you may also not like physical contact, such as hugging, like Alexis.

A coworker of mine Blitzed Hugged me while I was discussing this blog with my boss. She overheard about my parents’ early retirement, and being the loving person she is followed her emotional ques. Although surprising, the hug was highly appreciated and our coworker bond solidified that day.

Pro Tip #8: BE ADVISED – Criers are known for Blitz Hugging. Be prepared to defend your bubble.

The Sympathizer

This person can either be a great comfort or someone you would like to get away from as soon as social etiquette allows. Most of the time both types are genuine, and have dealt with the terminal illness of a loved one too. The difference is one will not shut up about it.

There are other factors that go into what makes a Sympathizer frustrating versus comforting besides the ability to recount everything ever in relation to death and dying. Remember Short Term Impediments? My internal state?

After my Dad died, I called my mobile provider to remove his phone line from my account. Now the first person I spoke with my father’s death worked to my advantage. When she had asked why I was cancelling a line, fully prepared to berate me with more questions and arguments to talk me out of it and into the latest model cell phone, my statement of death caused enough of a shock to get me propelled past all that red tape. Unfortunately, when I was transferred to the second person, for reasons I still do not fully understand, I encountered an overzealous Sympathizer.

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He was very pleasant and helpful, but whatever process he had to do to complete my line severing took time; which he filled with repeated ardent statements of understanding for my position, as he had gone through the same with his mother not that long ago. Now while this was transpiring I was in a time crunch, had not yet eaten, and was not in the frame of mind to discuss such things, I just wanted the line dropped and to go about my day. So much so I could not even muster a polite “I’m sorry for your loss as well”. Partially because I knew it would sound listless, and partly because in my state his words seemed painted with indignation, at what exactly I don’t know, but it rubbed me wrong all the same. By the time I hung up, two and a half minutes after the process had been completed and the man had said his peace for the last time, I was thoroughly drained.

The moral of this story, girls and boys, is when you find yourself in the Sympathizer role, don’t go overboard.

Pro Tip #9: If you have advanced notice of a parent’s impending death, switch your cell phone, and whatever else you can into your name while the parent is still alive. This makes things much easier as mailing multiple death certificates is expensive and time consuming.

Pro Tip #10: When in the role of Sympathizer, keep it short and sweet until prompted otherwise.

The Faux Cool

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The Faux Cool is the Fonz of the Happy Days crew. This person has been around the block, has seen some things. But don’t get me wrong, the Faux Cool can be just as awkward as the rest of them. There is keeping it cool when you’re told terminal news, and there’s hamming it up. I myself in my earlier years have been guilty of this. Additionally, I find being as cool as the other side of the pillow can still be awkward today, because when it’s someone not in my Personal category, I’m unsure how he will take to my Funeral Fonz.

On the flip side, when I am the teller, I like the person to be Faux Cool when it is someone not in my Personal category. They take the least time and energy to tell. Michael pointed out to me they are a rarity in the wild though, causing me to draw far too many similarities to my telling life and playing Pokemon. Sometimes you have to walk through tall grass to reach your destination, and of course you stumble upon two Sympathizers and a Bumbler along the way, but no Faux Cool, and that’s the one you’re holding out a Great Ball for.

The Bumbler

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This person’s brain has finally processed your information, and has crashed all over again, making it send out nonsensical replies. Like the others, there are some sub categories to the Bumbler. There is the humorous Bumbler, his honest panic and jumbled words can be endearing as well as provide comedic relief. We like this kind.

Then there is the serious Bumbler. To quote Michael, “I hate this guy, my Mom just died and you’re making it worse”. You all may be thinking that ‘hate’ is a pretty strong word here, and it is, but let’s see a couple examples to get a better understanding.

“Well uhh…at least you don’t have to visit hospitals anymore.”

“Well uhh…at least you don’t have to drive her to the store anymore.”

You may be thinking these statements were said in jest, something a Joker might deploy, and you’re right. However, the difference is the serious Bumbler is not joking. In fact, he is confident in his statement of fact will be just as much of a comfort as an utterance of condolence would, which for whatever reason he decided not to go with. He genuinely thinks he’s helping.

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You will also notice the serious Bumbler generally has some key phrases, so be on the lookout for them. This will help you be ready for and mentally able to handle the abrupt spike in rage at the well-meaning person, instead of yelling, “Yes, because every time I drove her to the store I was thinking ‘man, I can’t wait for her to die so I can stop doing this’”, and decking him.

Pro Tip #11: Remember the serious Bumbler means well, and learn some relaxation techniques. Woo-sa readers, woo-sa.

The Joker

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Last but not least, the Joker. This person shares qualities with both the Bumbler and the Faux Cool. Her mind has lost its sense of up and down, freaks out, and makes an attempt to orientate itself by saying the enemy’s gate is death joke.

Remember my Dad’s bank lady? To recap, the last we left her I had told her he had passed back in May, it now being sometime in October. Her face blanked, brain rebooted, crashed and rebooted again. Gibberish began the conversation, a hug – which I offered, more on that in another post – followed by an exasperated

“In May! So long! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Why? Because you are the lady at the bank. An Everyday person. I have to look at your card to make sure I got your name right, but I do know your face and that you have always been very helpful and genuinely nice. As we all know though (for those who’ve been reading), not tops on the priority list.

“You could have sent a card.”

I didn’t send you a card because – wait what

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Touche Bank Lady, touche.

Looking back, Michael and I have mused on how such a card would read had I indeed sent her one.

My Dearest Lady at the Bank,

Dad died.

Have a nice day,

Siobhan.

Spot on, I dare say.

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Dragon Ball Z

 

Again, people react in all sorts of ways to the topic of death. It’s part of what makes us human. And apparently, what also makes us human, in my experience anyway, is set responses to tragedy.

Next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: I’m sorry. OMG REALLY why does everyone say that?

The Truth, The Lies, and The Uncomfortable.

Now that we have some sweet theme music, let’s get to it. For those just joining us, please firstly direct your attention to the previous post, as this one will make a whole lot more sense if you do.

The Truth

When telling the truth, you’re either playing offense or defense. Offense is when you are prepared to tell, you have a set plan of attack, a fair amount of the time this is when you are telling someone unprompted. Defense is when you can see a situation forming, and prepare for it in case it arises. Or worse, when an unanticipated, “How’s your dad holding up?” comes at you from out of nowhere. I call this getting ‘blindsided’.  When this happens, word-vomit tends to spew forth. Sometimes nonsense comes out – “He’s on getting fine”, sometimes the straight truth – “He’s on Hospice…yeeeaaahhh.”

A little over a month ago now, I went to the bank with Erica to do bank things. On the way, I realized I had not told the personal banker who had always helped my Dad over the years that my Dad had passed. So, I went on the Offensive and made a game plan if I saw her. After conducting my business with the teller, I was directed to a personal assistant that was not her, although I noticed her on the far end helping a client. At this point I referenced my internal flow chart (see previous post). I decided the short term impediments outweighed telling her: I was on a time constraint, she was with a client, the bank was busy and another personal banker was now waiting to help me. So I sat down and focused on my task at hand. Halfway through the matter, I was blindsided with a “Hey” from behind me and my friend. “How’s your Dad?” “Oh, he passed…back in May.”

What transpired afterwards, with the personal banker helping us watching in apprehension, will be discussed in The Uncomfortable portion, along with the varying reactions people will give you. Spoiler alert: the kind my Dad’s personal banker gave falls under The Joker category.

Pro Tip #5: No matter how well you plan, you will get blindsided. Accept this.

The Lies

Why lie? We’ve discussed this a good deal already, but it’s important to remember, especially for those who are on the receiving end of a lie. Various constraints such as time and energy, environmental situations, the relationship to the person, we know these. However, a large factor that was only touched last time is the teller’s internal state. A person may still be processing the terminal news or death, and may not be prepared to tell anyone. My boss told me of her friend, who was in a grocery store a day after her mom died, when an acquaintance bumped into her and asked how her mother was. The woman immediately replied “She’s fine” and kept on going. She was not ready to tell people the truth. It was nothing against the inquiring person. Now we can discuss the matter of whether her mother really is “fine” or not given her current state, and depending the woman is or is not lying about her mother, but I’d rather leave that for some other blog.

Don’t like lying? My friend Michael, if you remember him from the intro post, doesn’t lie to people, but also doesn’t tell the truth. What does this mean? While he wouldn’t lie to a person, he “wouldn’t leave myself open to tell the truth.” This technique has positives and negatives, and his story explains why.

When his Mom passed, he took a day off school but attended the next day, telling only a couple friends and his instructors. He had no intention of lying to anyone if a person asked why he had been absent, but since no one asked the news didn’t spread. The day progressed, and in the midst of a circle of people talking, a person laid a Your Mom Joke on Michael:

“My Mom just died.”

“Sure she did.”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Really?”

Does this instance sound familiar? This is the precedent for YMJ Comebacks situation #3. We will examine this person’s “Really?” comment a bit later, for now you can see where problems can arise. If it wasn’t for the YMJ though, Michael could have spent the day in peace, without questions he may not have been prepared for quite yet. Given the YMJ’s decrease in popularity, this is a sound option for those who have recently received a blow.

But for those okay with lying, let’s look at some examples! This is also handy for those of you who are not the progeny of a dead or dying parent. In the future you may catch a lie for what it is and make a mental note for your friend/coworker/relative/etc. The person may not be ready to tell you anything, and it may be nothing, a genuine statement not a lie, but you’ll increase your emotional IQ regardless.

“She’s retired!”

“They moved up North.”

“He’s taking it easy.”

“She’s hanging in there.”

“His pants fit again.”

As you can see, these are pretty innocuous at first glance. So don’t be hard on yourself if you don’t realize a person is hurting at first. What’s important is to try and give a person’s answer a real listen instead of treating it as a part of the greeting ritual.

Pro Tip #6: If a lie about a parent gets exposed, don’t panic. Your parent is dying/dead, do you really give a rat’s butt?

Pro Tip #6.1: If you do, tell the person why you did it and she will understand. Or lie again and say you told the person already. No decent human has the audacity to continually question a person whose parent is terminal/worm food/dust in the wind.

The Uncomfortable

When you tell people about a person’s, especially your parent’s, terminal state or expiration, they all react in different ways. This is because, largely, death and dying is a difficult subject for many. They are awkward with it, and because of that how they respond can be uncomfortable for both them and you.

That said, I’ve decided to pay further homage to the movie The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly by making this into a three blog post saga.

Next Time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: Criers to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am stuck talking death with you.

 

Social Etiquette – when do you bring out your dead?

When a plague of some sort isn’t pandemic in your immediate area, the communication of a family member’s death or terminal ailment can be difficult to handle. Who needs to know? When do they need to know by? How much communication are you responsible for? Does it matter if they know right now? Who is okay to lie to? Why lie at all? These questions intertwine, so firstly let’s discuss the three categories of people in everyone’s life: Personal, Professional, and Everyday.

When deciding to tell someone, it’s helpful to start by placing the individual into one of these categories. Personal and professional is pretty straight forward, personal being family, close friends, significant other, and professional being your boss, coworkers, subordinates, clients, the guy who takes your money when you bring your car in for that scary noise it’s suddenly making, etc. The Everyday category is a little more of a gray area. The Everyday people are like your Starbucks barista, not quite someone you’d call your friend, you don’t hang out together, and there is a level of professionalism between you formed by the monetary transaction for goods and services, but you’re both genuinely nice to each other, and when you wish them a Happy New Year you actually have feeling behind it. Sorting people assists the brain in readying relevant information when navigating the mental flow chart of Should I Tell Or Lie Through My Teeth, which will be addressed shortly.

Before that, let’s look at the “bell ringing” one has to do. When you learn of a parent’s impending death, or witness the parent’s expiration, you find yourself in a situation similar to our amicable businessman in the above Monty Python clip. You too must travel the streets with a bell, only shouting “Mom died” instead of “bring out your dead”. The question is, how far through the township must you travel? Do you have to make sure everyone heard?

This is difficult. In my experience, when my Mom died, my Dad took the mantle of Communicator, and I was left to occasionally tell an individual here and there. When he died, I found myself wandering around lost with a bell in my hands. I posted on Facebook, took out an obituary in the paper, called people who had visited enough for me to recognize their names in his phone. I failed to tell the neighbors – good thing they’re observant individuals. The reason behind this was that while we were friendly, we were by no means bosom buds. Of course you remember the Personal people, and the Professional people you make a point to tell or not tell, it’s the Everyday people that are missed. They simply aren’t high on the priority list.

Pro Tip #3: Do your future self a solid, get a list from the dying person of who to tell afterwards. He may be more likely to remember the neighbors.

Once you have passed the initial Bell Ringing of a death or terminal illness, things are calmer. You find yourself coming across isolated instances where the death may or may not need to be told to someone. This may be a Prompted instance, like when a person asks, “How’s your dad?”, or an Unprompted one when you realize the person doesn’t know and consider whether he should be told or not, given the person’s position in your life.

This is where my mental Should I Tell Or Lie Through My Teeth flow chart comes up, that I painstakingly made into virtual form for you all, my beloved readers.

Flow Chart1

Flow Chart Terminology

To give, or not to give, a rat’s behind: While it can be beneficial to carefully consider who should know and the timing of things – i.e. giving a rat’s behind – your parent died, so really you can do whatever the hell you want – i.e. not giving a rat’s behind.

Long Term Ramifications: In chess, a successful player is a person who can see the future possibilities formed by her present moves. This applies here too. By taking into consideration the person’s relation to you and deducing where issues may arise later by not telling, these issues may outweigh your desire to not tell or short term impediments.

Example – If I did not tell the tax lady my Dad had used for over 20 years he died when I made the appointment, showing up solo on the decided day would have likely thrown her off her groove, jeopardizing the accuracy of the tax papers.

Short Term Impediments: These are constraints you will have to contend with in the present if you decide to tell.

Common ones include:

  • Time Constraints – Telling takes extra time, so consider how much time you have to give. Are you on your lunch break? Do you need to get to an appointment? Does the post office close in 10 minutes and you still haven’t shipped Grandma’s present?
  • Hunger Constraints – Telling takes time and energy, are your tanks filled up enough with both? If you only have 5 minutes left to inhale a sandwich, the first solid food of your day, before you continue with work, is telling your coworker your mom’s dead really that important?
  • Environmental Constraints – Is it raining cats and dogs when you’re stopped by an old acquaintance in the street? Are there other people close by, who will feel compelled to give condolences too, adding to the time and energy drain? Are the other things you are doing more important at the moment?

Successful Lying: This is when you can lie – “she’s fine”, “they retired” – and the person takes it at face value or the conditions are such she is unable to inquire further (time constraint, work responsibilities, etc.) at the present, and the lie will not come back to give you more problems later (reference Long Term Ramifications).

Desire to Tell: This is the little reminder that your parent did die, so after all your analysis you realize you don’t want to tell, don’t. Lie your behind off. Unless it’s an institution like the Social Security Administration, lying is not condoned regardless of your internal state.

Lying and Truth Consideration: The situation is a bit of a mixed bag, your feelings may be at odds with what Lieutenant Commander Spock would recommend.

Reaction Guage: While only mentioned once in the chart, it is one of those factors when you’re “considering”. If you know the individual to be cool headed, you’re more likely to spend less time and energy telling her than you would someone who you know to tear up at the sight of a month old kitten.

Complicated enough for you? Don’t worry, in reality your brain usually makes the decision unconsciously in a split second. It’s cool like that. But, if you find you don’t even want to exert that much time and energy on deciding, you can always avoid all the hassle and say “He’s dead, Jim.” Letting the pieces fall where they may.

Pro Tip #4: The He’s dead, Jim. approach is recommended for advanced users and those with a high tolerance for “awkward” situations only.

Either way, at this point you’ve reached a decision which you must now execute.

Next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying (mostly because this blog post is too long already): The Truth, The Lies, and The Uncomfortable.

Your Mom Jokes – she’s so dead she fits in a shoe box.

Greetings from a long sabbatical, readers! I know what you’re thinking, how could I have qualified for a sabbatical if I’ve only done two blog posts, one being a fluffy introductory at that. But I’m sure some of you have already figured it out – my dad died. More on that later. For now, I’ll make my absence up to you with an extra long post. Do hold back your tears of joy, they’ll impede your reading ability.

Pro Tip #1: A recently deceased parent can make a great Get Out of Jail Free card if used correctly. Good for boring dinner parties, to date requests, to work functions, to blog updates.

Back to the topic at hand: Your Mom Jokes. There are many different genera that fall under the family of YMJs, like the Yo Mamma’s So Fat and Yo Mamma’s So Dumb, and of course Yo Mamma’s So Dead, aka Dead Mom Jokes. And there are just as many different species of DMJ’s known to the Dead Mom’s Club, so we’ll be discussing just a couple today – The One Liner and The YMJ Comeback.

The One Liner

This is a single sentence referring to the lifeless state of one’s own or another individual’s mother. These are sometimes used when an individual has been offended or embarrassed and cannot think of a better thing to say, much like “oh yeah, well yo mamma _____”. However, I am not saying all of these retorts are considered base, for those who use timing, inflection and tone properly can surely make their mothers proud.

Furthermore, one liners do not need provocation; and when they are handed out unexpectedly, warm my soul. This is because these usually have more thought behind them, and hence a better bite. Example:

MOL

As you can see, Erica has responded to Alexis’ innocent question with an unsolicited Dead Mom One Liner. You’ve probably also noticed Erica’s mom is still alive, touching on another Pro Tip.

Pro Tip #2: You don’t have to have a dead mom to make a DMJ, as long as you’re cool enough with the person who does.

We’ll go into that more later.

The YMJ Comeback

This is the response to a YMJ made to a person who’s mother is in fact dead. The standard verbiage being “my mom’s dead”, with the accompanying facial expressions, body language and portrayed mood varying. It should also be noted, the knowledge of the mother’s passing by other individuals is a large factor in these comebacks. A person may 1. have no idea 2. not remember/do YMJs out of habit 3. have no idea, but the others around said person do. Here’s an example where #2 is a factor:

Alexis: “This classroom is cold and covered in ants.”

Person: “Your mom’s cold and covered in ants.”

Alexis: “Yes she is.”

A nonchalant, factual response worked best in this situation, rendering the instigator speechless and distraught, but like any situation what works best isn’t always the same. After all, “my mom’s dead”, has developed as a response to YMJs when the individual’s mother is actually still alive, so there’s plenty of room to play around. You can stay steadfast with a serious demeanor saying she’s dead, while perhaps others in the group desperately signal the attacking individual it is true when #3 is the case. Or you can break your stone face with a laugh, only to say it again, humorously or not. The possibilities are nearly endless.

There is a subsection of the YMJ Comeback, where a DMC member makes a YMJ joke to a person, which involves Pro Tip #2, but that will be for another day.

Some of you may have encountered such awkward situations where you discover a person’s parent has died, perhaps not from a YMJ, but from a seemingly innocuous question such as, “how’s your dad?”. How does one handle that?

Next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: Social Etiquette – when do you bring out your dead?

If we weren’t so cheap we’d have matching jackets.

The Dead Moms Club. If you have a dead mom, you’re already a member, no monetary fee required. Wondering where your jacket is? Please re-read the title.

I spoke with Alexis about this, and although we’re not sure exactly when we came up with the DMC, it was likely in the Fall after our moms deaths. But I’m getting ahead of myself. You should know a little of the backstory to make better sense of why two 16 year olds would make a club based on maternal death, instead of just crying at home like respectable people.

Having a dying parent is weird for you, no matter your age. It’s uncomfortable for you, you’re not sure what to do or not do, etc. In high school, it’s weird for you and everyone around you. They aren’t experienced with it either, it’s not perceived as common. In books and movies your parents die of natural causes when you have a mortgage and two kids, when tragedy strikes and they die in a car accident so you get raised by your estranged aunt, or when slain before your very eyes by a demon lord, to whom you vow revenge. Yes, this isn’t ALL of the scenarios, but you get where I’m going with this.

Alexis and I didn’t know each other’s mothers were sick. We found out after the mother died. Why is that? Because it’s weird to make small talk about it with your friends in the quad. “Can I have some of your chips?” “Sure! Now let me tell you about my mom being put on oxygen today.” Doesn’t quite flow right. As I said above, it’s not something perceived as a common occurrence. You’re already awkward and insecure about, well everything else, so a dying parent is one more topic you have no idea how to broach.

So Alexis and I decided to play it close to the chest. Some friends knew our moms were “sick”, even “dying”, others didn’t. For A and myself our mothers had been ill for so long it was normal, and with no real end date, unlike midterms and finals, it made sense to keep it to ourselves.

Now let’s get to the conception of the DMC. The fall after our moms deaths found Alexis and myself on the losing end of a battle of insults with friends. In desperation Alexis retorted, “give us a break, our moms died.” It was in the stunned silence that followed Alexis and I discovered something wonderful. While having dead moms blew, there were some perks if we didn’t keep the fact to ourselves. Our twisted alliance was formed.

The Dead Moms Club gave Alexis and myself validation for all the emotions we were feeling. Unlike the ambiguous “dying”, “dead” was fact, and one that sucked. We weren’t going to keep that to ourselves. We found solace in throwing our feelings of sadness and anger to our caustic wits, yelling, “feast on their meaty flesh and grow strong!”

Through humor, inappropriate as it was, we cooped. And once our friends realized that, stunned silence turned into acceptance and even participation.

I’ve run long in the word count, so next time on Progeny of the Dead and Dying: Your Mom Jokes – she’s so dead she fits in a shoe box.