I Died Laughing
Funeral Education with a Light Touch
By Lisa Carlson
This is a very funny book, even though it also includes some serious consumer information. Lisa Carlson has collected cartoons, jokes, funny quotations, humorous last words, and a wide range of other old and new material. As the advice columnist Dear Abby remarked, “This book proves that dying can be a laughing matter.” At the end of each section, Carlson has a page or two of information and advice for those who may someday have the job of arranging a funeral for a friend or relative, or who may be contemplating the arrangements they prefer when they die.
Carlson is executive director of Funeral Consumers Alliance, the national nonprofit group that helps consumers to hold down funeral costs and avoid being taken advantage of at a vulnerable time in life. Half the profits from the sale of the book will be contributed to the work of FCA. Several well-known cartoonists and illustrators made their work available in support of this cause: these include P.S. Mueller, Rina Piccolo, and the estate of Edward Gorey.
With this book, you can have a good laugh, learn something in the process, and support a good cause at the same time—all for just $8.75! At this price, you may want to buy several copies to share with your friends and relatives.
What People are Saying
“This book proves that dying can be a laughing matter.”—Advice Columnist Dear Abby
“Few people find humor in death. But Carlson valiantly laughs in its face, giving those planning for the inevitable a refreshing spin on death and funerals. This icebreaker of a book aims to ease the taboo, and to help people such as aging parents broach the topic with loved ones. The book blends seriously useful funeral information with deliciously witty jokes, anecdotes, cartoons and quotes. For some readers, Carlson’s humorous yet accurate presentation of funeral information will be perfect packaging.”—Today’s Librarian
“Death be not proud, but at least you can laugh at it.”—John Wasik, Senior Editor, Consumers Digest
“For a fancier of wit, it is refreshing, and assuages fear and mysteries of death.”—Ron Hast, Publisher, Mortuary Management and Funeral Monitor
“Consumers and professionals will both enjoy some great information.”—John McDonough, Founder, Funeral Service Professionals Association
Table of Contents
- Special Thanks and Resources
- Why a Book on Funeral Humor?
- Foreword by John Abraham, Ph.D.
- Old Age Ain’t No Place for Sissies
Living Wills and Advance Directives
- Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
Plan Ahead, but Don’t Prepay for a Funeral
- Much Adieu about Nothing
Funeral Rites and Funeral Rights
- Deep Down, They’re Really Nice People
Cemeteries, Vaults, and Markers
- In a Blaze of Glory
- The Great Perhaps
Body and Organ Donation, Recycling Medical Devices
- A Dying Person’s Bill of Rights
- Funeral Consumers Alliance
Random Samples of Humor from the Book
The woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, “You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right there. When my health started failing, you were still by my side. . . . You know what?”“What, dear?” she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
“I think you’re bad luck.”
A little while later, the old man shuffled up the hall again, this time with his penis hanging out of his pajamas. The nurse looked at him and said, “I thought you said your penis died.”
“It did,” he replied, “this is the viewing.”
Don’t knock on death’s door:
Ring the bell and run—
He hates that.
A woman goes to the newspaper office to arrange the obituary for her recently deceased husband. The editor tells her that the price is 50 cents per word. She says “Let it read ‘Fred Brown Died’.”The editor informs her that there is a seven-word minimum. She thinks a moment and says, “In that case, let it read ‘Fred Brown Died—1988 pickup for sale’.”