Funeral Director's Ode Poem by Nick John Whittle

A gift - from the living to the dead
This calling, this passion, this ancient trade.
Bearer of dignity, saviour of respect,
This silent and secretive soul institution.
And what privilege bestowed on one alone
To lead, to guide and heal the many:
Fountain of knowledge, rock of strength
Upon which are builded the hopes of loved ones.
Their trust in our hands,
To care for their most precious jewel
And return it safely to its Maker.
Through rain, shine and adversity overcome.
This tragedy and comedy, figurehead and friend,
Modest bringer of peace, solace and normality;
Whose happy victory lies in perfect anonymity
And for whom 'thank you' is reward enough.