I'm fucking good at my job. Any of my complaints come from having to put my foot down or from just being a fucking human.
It doesn't make them sting less.
But it does help me stay centered.
You can't please everyone and especially not when they are grieving.

Excuse me while I go scream

A lovely grieving spouse tells me everytime we talk how I've made this process easier.
I spent the last week fretting and fixing a young lady who was embalmed poorly in another state. And the family said she looked beautiful!
I have an email still in the work email thanking me for my kindness.

Fully agreed. He showed absolutely no remorse for anything outside of what happened to him.

Here’s a version of SALUTE I made with details you might see when you encounter ICE to help better visualize what you would communicate out.

Take a photo (or take a video and pull a still from it — can sometimes be easier!) too.

You can import your whole Instagram! They actually protect trans people! They aren’t running an AI shop! Pretty cool.

You know the world can't handle you ripped and shirtless, right?

It would be a shame if you ruined everyone 😉

I want to put together her dark look soooo badly! She's such a goddess! 😍

What a weird, wonderful, painful job I have.

I made myself one of my magic shower scrubs, sobbed way to hard, made candle for the goddesses and gods of the liminal spaces to guide him, and showered off his emotions. Tomorrow will be rough. I hope being with his family helps him move on

I have been raw and exposed for the last 2 weeks and was finally getting myself back together. But I went to say my usual 'see you tomorrow you poor sweet dum dum, you should be alive' and WHAM the wave of sadness and the feelings of being painfully distraught just knocked me back.