Morbid Monday

Tony Soprano’s death (yeah, I think he got whacked) has been on my mind. Which lead to death being on the brain which led to a few internet surfs, which turned up the following…

In 2006, Mexican consulates across the US recorded 10,622 shipments of bodies for burial back home. In Arkansas, immigrants can purchase the “Hispanic Package”: for $2,300 and a $500 contribution to the Mexican consulate, they receive a body pickup, embalming, dressing, coffin, and transportation back to Mexico. While vendors profit handsomely, families that splurge for the Hispanic Package are demonstrating how much the dead meant to them.

And yet in New Mexico, medical investigators have not performed an autopsy for the Navajo Nation in more than a year because of unpaid bills for their services, bills that total $250k. This means that public health agencies on the nation’s largest Indian reservation are in a holding pattern; the tribe doesn’t know whether meth deaths are rising or falling. Their justice system has also slowed to a halt as the Navajo prosecutor has 10 cases that are depending on those autopsy results. No autopsies also makes Navajo Nation a great place to commit a crime.

In New Orleans, 21 months after the levees broke, 100 bodies are still waiting in a warehouse — 70 to be claimed and 30 to be identified. The city’s coroner is trying to raise $1.5 million to build a memorial in the swirling shape of a hurricane, a memorial that would include a group of mausoleums for the dead. So far, he’s raised $250k. As the second anniversary of Katrina approaches, it is unlikely the bodies will have a final resting place anytime soon.

I have an odd fondness for the dead, one that was somewhat quenched by “Six Feet Under,” though I wish they had spent more time with their silent clients. Of my favorite characters was played by Illeana Douglas. She breezed through the shop as a whiz-bang of an embalmer and firmly believed the dead were more fascinating than the living.

Our dead are lavished, disputed, abandoned – how is this more fascinating than the living? I think, because no matter the circumstance, there is a sameness in death that Douglas’ character – and I suppose myself – find interesting. Or reassuring? That, no matter the container the body is in (urn, coffin, Bernie’s car), a body is a body, a collection of limbs and joints and bones that are basically the same from person to person. The LA Coroner’s office has a place that’s just for spare body parts found along the way – a couple of toes, a thumb or two, maybe an arm. Not enough to merit an investigation (you’d need a torso for that), but parts that are important enough to keep. I haven’t seen it, but I sort of imagine a plastic bin full of body parts not unlike a bin full of the pieces you’d use to decorate a Mr. Potato Head.

Some morgue workers like the dead because they don’t talk back. I knew a man who took the dead’s silence as a constant agreement to his ideas. It had also been his job to scoop up bodies from scenes; he had wanted to be a cop but didn’t make the cut and liked being on the fringes of law enforcement. He loved his family but couldn’t wait to get to work.

There are deaths in our lives every day – Leslie Mann’s speech in “Knocked Up” about the death of her dreams and hopes – really the death of her youth – springs to mind. There’s a certain universal truth to that. Yet how we live our lives can separate us dramatically, through divorce, or custom, religion or geography. But in corporeal death, we are all alike, united by the pieces that make us up, together in sameness no matter what the living think or do on our behalf.

    6 responses to “Morbid Monday”

    1. Marley says:

      Better dead than Red (state).

    2. Dave says:

      I wonder if Tony Hillerman has written anything about the Navajo autopsy backlog yet.

    3. jeremy says:

      argh! i’ve been trying so hard not to find out what happened until i get caught up with the final season of The Sopranos, which I’ve realized is impossible if you want to actually live in this world…

      (sorry! i’m sure it’s a great post and all, but i had to stop reading after the first line…)

    4. Ruben Mancillas says:

      Jeremy, you and I have spoken about this. I feel for you. I’m a Netflixer who has to wait those many months to finally see what everyone else has been talking about. And yes, I clamp my hands over my ears when coworkers talk about who got voted off The Bachelor the previous night when Adriean and I haven’t had time to watch it from Tivo yet…but come on already.

      If it’s that big a deal send HBO a check and get your fix in real time.

      Until then, get back to your cave.

      Oh yeah, Anna Karenia and Madame Bovary die at the end too.

      And Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense? Dead the whole time.

    5. cynthia says:

      I think if he wants to wait to find out about tony let him wait. Although Tivo would speed up the process.. I couldn’t live without mine. Good luck jeremy catching UP. Tivo a wise investment.

    6. PB says:

      wait . . . Bruce was dead?!?!?!
      The whole time?