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!

Graveyard Girl

Do Not Be A Death Tourist

I was riding shotgun with a funeral director my first week on the job to pick up a body from a nursing home.

Lessons From A Dying Star

When I think of starlight shining on earth years after the star itself has died in space, I wonder how many wishes are made on ghosts.