Money is a factor in this one, but it is really more about an emotional cost.
What I worried about most was dressing.
You can have them pick up a body at the place of death and then cremate as is.
You can also have the funeral home clean and dress the body, or even do makeup, though that is normally only if there is an open casket funeral.
The itemized charge for that is $425.
When I was growing up, it was not uncommon that women from church would dress the dead. One of my mother's friends did and Mom really admired that.
That friend has been dead for many years.
Talking to people now, everyone seems to just have the funeral home do any dressing. The people I have talked to are also not people who would be daunted by an extra $425.
Paying for that service was not practical for us. One way people avoid it is by doing it themselves before the body has been picked up. I did look into that, but the information I could find recommends having multiple people and I just could not feel like it would work.
Okay, so we just dump her into the fire? That didn't feel right.
Most of my frantic state was about that.
I was trying to figure it out with a combination of researching what one hospice site says as well as re-reading a poem by Joy Harjo, "Washing My Mother's Body: A Ceremony for Grief."
I was leaning toward it not really being a possibility, and feeling bad about that, but there were ultimately two things that really helped that came from conversations with friends.
The first was one woman telling me that whatever I did would be enough. I could not feel that was true right away.
The other was another friend reminding me that those practices are for the living.
Going over those traditions and where they come from, I believe many of them are more about accepting the reality of the death, physically viewing the body, wearing reminders of it, and meeting in community to commemorate it.
I really enjoy the Lore Olympus comic series. There is a scene where Persephone is trying to give some money to souls stranded on the shore who don't have the coins to pay Charon to ferry them over. There are so many that it starts a riot.
We could have a very interesting discussion about funerary beliefs and customs for different cultures, but ultimately I don't believe that there is anything we can do to damage someone's transition into the afterlife. Whether they are incinerated and buried under the World Trade Center or lost at sea or hidden in a dump by a serial killer or controlling husband, that does not impede their journey after.
Sure, there might be more confusion or resentment because of the manner of death, but those issues do not depend on burial rites. Our power to damage others is limited to life, and there are opportunities for healing after that.
What matters is my care for my mother now, and before, and leading on right through the moment of her death. She would not want me to be frantic about this.
That will be enough, I can know that, and that is a blessing.
That doesn't mean I have become completely calm. I still want to have an obituary done soon, because I would have a harder time writing it after. I have asked questions about what to do with her things and am figuring that out.
I'm still me.
But it is better.