Hey, little deathlings: it gets better

Caitlin Doughty, host of AskAMortician has a message to the "little deathlings" out there who face social disapprobation due to their fascination with death and dying: it gets better. Life as a mortician, coroner, or affiliated professional is good and rewarding. PS: I just discovered AskAMortician and I am as happy as a pig in liquefying corpses!

It Gets Better, Morbid Kids! (via The Mary Sue)



  1. My cousin faced incredulity and fierce opposition from our extended family when she announced that she was abandoning a blossoming modeling career to become a mortician. She stuck to her guns, and today she’s happy and successful.

  2. I have worked behind the scenes for a mortuary and the thing you have to remember that you are helping the family through a very difficult time. For some you become family friends and people come back to you for they way you handled their uncles funeral so long ago. It is about the dead, but mostly about the people left living that you are there for. 

  3. Of course it gets better. No matter who you are, every new day brings you that much closer to death.

  4. “There’s a little death in everybody.”  Possibly the best & most practical college course I took was “Death and Dying’, a Sociology elective. Ever speak to someone who literally pulled the plug on a life support machine? or a Sheriff who’d found many bodies in the field? (He had a previous military career- Vietnam era- informing families of KIA situations involving their sons). Always walked away from that room with plenty to consider.

  5. If only someone told me that “it gets better” and the real reason why people think death careers are “icky” I could have gone to school to be a mortician instead of being a leader in a world wide movement.

  6. Aldous Huxley observed, and I would believe rightly so, that teenagers generally are fascinated by death (something hormonal, I suppose). He also said that it would be a great thing if they could have a “simulated death”, just to take the mystery and fear away (he suggested LSD, but I’m sure someone could come up with something better). At 13 myself when I read this, I couldn’t help but concur. I figured that people would get more enlightened about such things, back in 1970.

    Now, we’re so freaked out by death, we can’t even say the word “died”. We can’t say “funeral”, and we love cremations, if only because we can scatter ashes and not have to have icky gravesites. At the same time, we love playing with mourning (think of Tim Burton films, or of Hot Topic). We love bands with names like “Cannibal Corpse”  and do we ever love zombies.


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