Travel Agent for the Dead

“In Jewish thought, all souls go to be with God. There’s no hell or purgatory, but for those who were not such good people,” he waved his hand in a comme ci, comme ça motion, “the journey might take a little longer.” My father had been dead for less than 12 hours at the point that my brother and I found ourselves in the office of the funeral director — I’ll call him Fred. Jews do not embalm or otherwise preserve the bodies of the dead. Therefore, Jewish funerals happen lickety-split. We’d been called to the hospice facility, where Dad spent his final few days, in the middle of the night. By early afternoon, Fred was walking us through the procedures and rituals to come. <a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/travel-agent-for-the-dead-df08da122bf5">Website</a>