Gulp.
John Lawrence writes:
This piece of publicity post popped through the letterbox recently and almost, literally, scared the life out of me.
I have about 10 years to go before I reach my 50th anniversary and the notion that I should be thinking of prepping for my funeral by then is a bit spooky.
Is 50 the new 80 in Ireland now?
What got me feeling even more mortal was the spectre in the all smiling, middle class, family portrait in the top right. It appears grandfather is missing, having departed to his heavenly reward.
But lest we are in any doubt as to his absence, they put the invisible man in white, and left his paw hanging eerily on the shoulder of the daughter/daughter-in-law.
For any older vulnerable person worried about what they will leave to their family upon their demise, this unsolicited note from marketers could be a bit worrying.
But in fairness, the chance to win a free €2,000 holiday voucher, if you rang for a quote, would help those in the 50-75 camp to relax into death that bit easier.
Anyone?
I’m quite close to 50 meself, but only if you’re counting backwards.
-Did I win a holiday? The print is very small.
Ugly, ugly, ugly – and playing on the fact that it now appears that one must apologise for advancing in years and possibly creating an “inconvenience” or burden on one’s family. No account, it appears, should be taken of the love and care expended by the ‘wrinklie’ over decades. The question appears to be “have you paid for your own funeral and, how much are you leaving us?” Truly a sad state of affairs, which the OP rightly highlights. During my lifetime I have paid for the ‘arrangements ‘ of three indigent relatives. I ‘m not looking for medals, it was my duty and my pleasure, given the love I bore them. I am not arguing against people making sensible provision, I am arguing against Insurance Companies capitalizing on older people’s concern with “not being a bother.” Well done for highlighting this issue.
Everybody gotta die sometime, Red.
Am I a red, or is that just a general observation? I ‘m not “down wit da kids”.
Everybody gotta die sometime, Red.
True dat Al…
…but never forget to live first. Too many do do dat.
Sky TV is full of these type of ads including one of a dear old blue rinse lady speaking to her “daughter” about funeral insurance. It ends in one of the most awkward hugs as if the daughter doesn’t want to catch a dose of the oldies off the blue rinse lady who in turn appears to squirm at the hug. Maybe the daughter actress dislocated her shoulder of something. Anyway that and Michael Parkinson offering a free pen if you enquire about funeral insurance is much worse than the above.
50 is the new 40 for men but 60 for women
Is it not true the irish love a good wake.
What is it they used to say and all her songs were sad and all her wars merry.