Lift and Roll….

The way we brought the bodies in to the morgue was through the alley. There were big white doors (with brass door knobs of course) that would open wide enough to bring the stretcher in. For everyone else on our street, it was their garage. So technically, the morgue was in the garage that was connected to the basement. After the person was embalmed and dressed, we had a motorized lift to take the dead people up from the basement to the first floor. My dad told me that before it was a lift, it was an electronic chair for my grandfather to go upstairs after he had a stroke. Once my dad built the morgue in the basement he took the chair off and replaced it with a piece of wood that he could lay the bodies on.

My grandfather Nicholas

That lift was fun.  When I was really little my dad would let me ride it. I’d sit on it and he would turn the switch on and I’d start to go up the stairs. There was a light bulb on the other side of the steps that I used to pretend was the moon and I was an astronaut on my way up to the moon.  Normal kid stuff, if you consider riding a lift for dead bodies normal.  That lift was later replaced with another one that was much more elaborate and cool. The new one actually came up through the floor of the parlor so that the body would already be in the casket and ready for their big day.  The other lift couldn’t have held a casket, just a body. Once everything was in place; flowers, etc. no one would know that the lift was underneath the casket.

One time the body came up through the floor, was in the casket and everything seemed fine until the leg of the stand underneath the casket collapsed. We were upstairs watching TV when we heard a loud thud followed by my dad yelling a string a curse words. That may have been one of the few times I heard him say “fuck,” except he yelled it. The leg collapsed, the casket fell and the body rolled out. Luckily this didn’t happen during a funeral, it happened while he was setting up, but the family was due there soon so my dad was freaking out.  Naturally, we ran downstairs and the dead lady was in the middle of the floor. Dead bodies aren’t really fit for moving around once they’re in the casket because they’re so stiff. The body was facing down and when my dad rolled her over, her hands were still folded. Can you picture that? It was funny because people who are alive are just the opposite. My dad wasn’t able to laugh about that one right away, but we did.

Of course, my dad and brother got her back into the casket and everything was fine after she had a slight touch up. The family never knew that their loved one had been face down in the middle of the floor in her fancy dress a couple hours before that. And that’s for the best because there really isn’t room for a lot of error when it comes to a funeral. People are so distraught they probably wouldn’t find it funny to watch a dead body roll out of a casket.

But it is funny 🙂

I’m excited I found that picture of my grandfather. Now the trifecta of family funeral directing is complete. He’s the one that opened the funeral home at 54th and Market in Philly, which is now a crack infested ghetto. He is the son of my great grandfather who started the whole thing.

Another bonus picture:  A funeral directed by my great grandfather in Philadelphia in 1918.

About Death To Hollywood

My name is Celeste Donohue and I am a writer/comedian who started this blog to tell stories about my life growing up in a funeral home and my adult life which I have spent in Hollywood, California – hence the name, “Death To Hollywood”. Hopefully, you like to read those kinds of stories. If not, go read something serious and boring.....
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10 Responses to Lift and Roll….

  1. fish says:

    In old school photography terms the word proof is the contact positive print of the negative. An example would be a contact positive sheet (contact sheet) made from photographic negatives. The kind you prob got in the old school days after a headshot shoot. 🙂

    xoxo ……… F

  2. Christine Henson says:

    You HAVE GOT to write a sitcom…. seriously cee, think about it. I could total picture this, and all of you ‘helping’ your dad. Oh my gosh — write it, sell it (or whatever they do in hollywood) just make it happen – a sitcom would be a pisser!

  3. mothersgrace says:

    Okay now that is classic! You just KNOW stuff like that goes on and here is the proof!
    Speaking of proof, I think they write that on photos so people can choose which photos they want the photographer to copy and discreetly makes sure these photos are not usable because they haven’t paid for an order yet.

    But your guess is funnier. 🙂

  4. mdonohue says:

    Dear Writer,I can really see,where this could be a sitcom,because all I do is sit and laugh.Love,Mom

  5. Anon says:

    Excuse me, 54th and Market is not a crack infested ghetto. It’s not the best part of Philly, sure. Parts a couple blocks east are nicer but it’s not like you’re implying. Sorry you haven’t apparently visited your hometown in at least a decade.

    • Excuse me, but I didn’t mean to offend a part of the city you obviously have strong feelings for? I love that you sound almost mad that I called it a crack infested ghetto, which it once was by the way. Maybe it isn’t anymore and I hope not, and you’re right, I haven’t been there in about 20 years. Why would I go there when the last time I did, it was a crack infested ghetto? Is there anything else about my posts you’d like to correct for me? Would you like me to check with you before I write anything else about Philly?

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