Devoting
my life
to death.

When you quit your creative career of 12+ years to start over as a funeral worker, people look at you funny.

“You’re gonna waste creativity on dead people?”
“But…you struggled touching your eye when you first started wearing contact lenses.”
“Is this just because you like Caitlin Doughty?”

Valid points. But amazingly, I’m not an anomaly. The students in my Apprentice Class were a mixed bag of professionals looking for deeper purpose, or at least different purpose – a family physician, Delta flight attendant, construction worker, gang mediator, homicide investigator, and me, a cagey creative director. It was our own morbid version of The Breakfast Club.

The point of my pilgrimage is not to exploit death (reverence is everything in the funeral industry), but rather to pull the curtain back on what can be learned from death before it arrives at our doorsteps.

Join me in learning how to truly live!

xoxo
Graveyard Girl

What’s It All About?

Think of all the research, prayer and hard drugs people go through to crack the meaning of life.

Forgiving The Bad Guy

When you think of someone dying and going to a funeral home, you probably think of grandmas and grandpas.

Give Me More Death Lessons!