The book I've read "Hello, I'm a Caterer" Author: Senior Brother

Last night, I just finished reading "Hello, I'm a Receptionist" by the senior brother . I really read it, I laughed while reading it, but I cried again while reading it . Since my family is engaged in funeral service, I feel especially when I read Big Brother's book, and many of the stories make me feel as if I were there myself. It's just that the funeral service in Taiwan is different from the procedure in Malaysia. We are here under the sole discretion of the funeral service provider.

There is no public sacrifice, so I often say that if you don’t have money, don’t get sick, and if you don’t have money, don’t die because death will cost you a fee. Reading Big Brother's story brought back memories of my experience working for my dad at the time. What impresses me the most and is the saddest is a security grandpa who has been dead for a long time and has not been found. My dad was entrusted by this grandfather's employer to handle the funeral.

At that time, I remember the employer said that he only limited the budget of RM3,000, and it was easy to deal with it. Employers are actually very meritorious. The story is that the old grandfather did not go to work for many days, and his colleagues went to the dormitory to look for him out of curiosity, only to look into the house from the window, only to find that he had died violently at home. We have to contact the hospital to go through the formalities of taking the body. There are no pickers here. What we usually refer to here as " car corpse " is the transport of the body from the hospital morgue ( freezer ) to the funeral home or home.

The old man is helpless, but fortunately, he has the help of this conscientious employer. My dad's philosophy is that the poor will also help them to complete the last journey, and make merit even if they don't make money. I still remember when my dad took me, my younger brother and a coffin to SUNGAI BAKAP (a community on the other side of us) to the car body. It was a small hospital in the community. I remember only two morgues. My dad and my brother ordered me to wait outside because the body was decomposing, smelly and worms. I'm timid, they're afraid I'll be scared out of my wits.

At that time my dad and my brother put the body directly into the coffin. (Even the body bag is also put into the coffin). After processing, we set off. My dad drove the coffin car, I was in the passenger seat, and my brother was in the back with the coffin. Along the way, it was the sound of the Buddha's trumpet in the audio machine that accompanied the old man back to Penang. In fact, at that time we could all smell the stench of corpses, but we had to respect the deceased so we behaved naturally.

Since the crematorium was full at the time, my dad had to help my grandfather's coffin be parked in the old funeral home for one night. It really smells so good in there, I'm going to be horrified. The grandfather's sister and niece only came to offer incense, and after the cremation, the grandfather's ashes were sprinkled into the sea. Because no descendants will worship. I often wonder if I have a baby so that someone will die or worship for us in the future? When I was a child, sometimes I could not sleep at night because I was afraid that I would not wake up the next day (long sleep) I don't know why When I was little, I would have this concern.

So if I don't have children in my life, will someone help me with my funeral when I leave one day? But I hope I can leave in a dashing manner because I don't want to burden anyone, especially my family. I don't want to make them work hard. Life is really impermanent and short. We must live every day as our last. I am a person who has the courage to speak out my love. I'm not shy and I don't think true love is unspoken. Instead, I was afraid that one day I would suddenly leave. The people I love don't understand how much I love them.

I love my family and I love all the people around me who are kind to me. I hope that one day, when I leave, you can all remember my goodness.

If you want to know about life, you might as well read the story of the master's trainee, you will understand that this is a great and difficult job. The point is whether everyone has the guts or willingness to do it. It is a profession and a virtue .

The dead are not scary, but humans are scary. Do you believe there are ghosts in this world? In fact, the ghosts are all around you...