Lauren Ambrose Quotes

One of the things that was most shocking to me about starting to work in the funeral industry is just how industrial the environment is.

The funeral business is so manipulative emotionally. I would want to be thrown into the sea or burned - something that's not a big hassle.

I've always said I would want to be a funeral director if I wasn't an actor.

I am a mortician who tells you that you don't necessarily need a mortician.

Don't think I'd really want to be a mortician. Wouldn't be getting much back.

I take classes to be a mortician.

The biggest problem is the funerals that don't exist. People call the funeral home, they pick up the body, they mail the ashes to you, no grief, no happiness, no remembrance, no nothing. That happens more often than it doesn't in the United States.

I grew up in a funeral home. Both my parents were morticians.

The death industry markets caskets and embalming under the rubric of helping bodies look 'natural,' but our current death customs are as natural as training majestic creatures like bears and elephants to dance in cute little outfits, or erecting replicas of the Eiffel Tower and Venetian canals in the middle of the harsh American desert.

I played a funeral convention once. York Casket Company pays well, in case anyone's wondering!

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.

A lawyer is never entirely comfortable with a friendly divorce, anymore than a good mortician wants to finish his job and then have the patient sit up on the table.

I grew up in a funeral home, born and raised, and everyone was always like, 'Well, what was that like?' and I was like, 'It was normal', because it's all I knew.

I really wanted to be on Six Feet Under as a corpse. That would be hysterical.

The home funeral - caring for the dead ourselves - changes our relationship to grieving. If you have been married to someone for 50 years, why would you let someone take them away the moment they die?

I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that I was breathing.

My mom works in funerals, and my dad works at Burger King.

I thought I'd become a funeral director when I wasn't going to be an actor. I thought I would be good at helping some people with the grieving process and with trying to get them to talk about and understand who this person was.

Alas, poor Yorick! How surprised he would be to see how his counterpart of today is whisked off to a funeral parlor and is in short order sprayed, sliced, pierced, pickled, trussed, trimmed, creamed, waxed, painted, rouged and neatly dressed - transformed from a common corpse into a Beautiful Memory Picture.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Where, indeed. Many a badly stung survivor, faced with the aftermath of some relative's funeral, has ruefully concluded that the victory has been won hands down by a funeral establishment - in disastrously unequal battle.

Bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.

Attachments and bereavements are inseparable.

You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.

My father was a doctor so I was around death all my life. So, I was very used to it because he was a f-king doctor.