NEW YORK FUNERAL STORIES
All of the funerals here are described with family permission.
A three-generation Tibetan family, living in Brooklyn, was interested in giving its ailing grandfather the funeral he was requesting--an authentic Tibetan ritual that would allow the dying man to stay in the bed in the home he died in for at least two days after death--an unusual request to us in the United States, but something that happens all the time in Nepal, Tibet, and India. Fitting Tribute Funeral Services and the greater Tibetan community facilitated the entire event from home lay-out to Green-Wood cremation. We got to the chapel so early on a Saturday morning that we were allowed to serve Tibetan tea to the grieving family on the lawn outside the crematory.
The family of Leon Zuckrow was fortunate enough to own a plot in a picturesque Jewish cemetery down the road from the old Nevele Resort in the Catskills. And a snow storm was no impediment to what became an incredibly memorable and gorgeously simple funeral service with plenty of hands-on family involvement. Leon now rests next to his beloved first wife Naomi, who died much too soon more than 50 years ago. “The main thing to have in life is love,” Leon told The New York Daily News when the paper noted how beautiful it was that he'd spent so many years writing poetry to Naomi, even after he'd remarried someone he also loved very much. “The rest of it is important, but if you have love, you have enough.”
New York City environmentalist Adam Purple was respectfully buried in a simple, biodegradable shroud (no casket at all) by Amy and the staff of Greenwood Heights Funeral & Cremation Services, along with a devoted team of green burial advocates at Greensprings Natural Burial Preserve. Mr. Purple, a leading activist within the New York City community garden movement, had sent an email indicating his wish for a old-fashioned, all-natural burial (that opened "Bro--For future reference...") years before his death of a heart attack at age 84 while riding his bicycle across the Williamsburg Bridge. As luck would have it, the wild, open fields of Greensprings were alive with blooming PURPLE aster flowers. We surrounded Adam's shrouded body with the stems, read poems, and told stories before lowering him into the natural grave on a re-purposed board donated by Big ReUse Brooklyn.
A great newspaper editor is entitled to a family-decorated casket with newspaper front pages all over it. And the act of lovingly crafting this vessel for cremation became therapeutic for a family blindsided by sudden death.
Renowned film director William Greaves died in his Manhattan apartment while I was on my way to meet with his wife Louise to complete funeral arrangements. When she greeted me at the door and told me Bill had just died, I hugged her and slowly went inside. He was as dignified and elegant in death as he had been in life, and it was Louise's ultimate request, after we sat and talked awhile, to spend one additional night with Bill's slender body in the apartment with her, in the company of her daughter and brother-in-law there to keep vigil. When I returned the next morning with a colleague, our rolling cot and a van to make the transfer, Louise was more ready to say goodbye, and expressed to us the kind of gracious appreciation that makes being a funeral director truly worthwhile. We met at Green-Wood's Crematory chapels one day later to decorate William's simple casket in poetry and love notes. A memorial service with film clips and friends followed in Manhattan several months later at the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture.
Since the late Virginia Pearson had been born in the home where she died in Brooklyn, and since the elegant brownstone, owned by the family for four generations, had been the site of Virginia's grandmother funeral many decades earlier, an open-casket viewing and funeral service in the front parlor seemed the best solution to Virginia's surviving children--Roy, Gina, and Andrew. Friends and neighbors from all over Brooklyn descended on the family abode for a visit with Virginia, catered meal, armchair homily from an uncommonly erudite Catholic priest, while the peaceful, soothing music of 1950s vocalist Joni James was played throughout the unforgettable evening. "It doesn't get any better than this," said Father Michael, and boy, was he right. Prayers, tears of farewell, and Victorian mourning biscuits followed at Calvary Cemetery, two mornings afterward.
Much of this funeral's beauty came from the heartfelt eulogies, and, indeed, the flowers by Zuzu's Petals were beautiful, but the music was also especially powerful. We have a great relationship with local musicians of all sorts, and the Manhattan classical/folk musician booking agency Golden Land Productions helps us locate any sort of musician you think is right for the funeral. Helping you to select music for the service is one of our real passions, and we enjoy engaging our customers in fruitful discussions regarding what kind of music--live or recorded, from classical to old standards, folk to jazz--they feel would best represent the personality of the deceased, and needs of the family in the moment.