It's hard to believe that it has been a year since DH's dad passed away.
Both of DH's parents had made arrangements to donate their bodies. I was completely unfamiliar with this process.
As a child of a minister, I am very familiar with funerals and burials, and all the assorted trappings. My father's grandfather and uncle were undertakers. I've grown up hearing stories of my dad's adventures at his grandparent's house (which, per custom at the time, was located on the second floor of the funeral home).
So when my FIL passed away, I was surprised at how simple the process was - there was no consulting with a funeral home or undertaker, no choosing a casket, no purchasing of a burial plot, no choosing a gravestone. The Medical School simply came and took the body away after the dead was certified.
A couple of months ago the family received an invitation to a memorial service.
It has become a tradition for the different educational programs that use cadavers to hold a Body Donor Memorial Service. The students have complete control over the planning of this event. This was held in one of the nicer classroom at the medical school. There were electric candles on the end of each desk and flowers about the room. Families had been invited to submit photos and these were in a slideshow format before the service. There were a few brief speeches: the head of the donor program and three students (the last of which had an exceptional speech). Then the names of the donors were read aloud. If family was there, the family stood up and a student presented them with a flower.
There were a number of things that amazed me that afternoon. First, the number of people who had donated in the past year were acknowledged - between 40-50 names were read. That was a far greater number than I had expected. Second, at the reception following the service, we were able to talk to some of the health care students who used the donor bodies in anatomy. We inquired whether they knew the name of the donor before this and whether they knew any personal details about their donor body. Many didn't know and preferred it that way. (I also didn't know they would keep the face covered when working on the donor body.) Third, I didn't realize that it was not only the medical students, but occupational therapy, physical therapy, and other health care sciences that use donor bodies.
Last year, my FIL celebrated his 80th birthday in March. There were a number of celebrations - the immediate family celebrated at least twice, and DH's parents had an open house. For the open house, DH's mom had ordered a sheet cake. The bakery had suggested half of a sheet cake... Well, the bakery was right. There was cake, cake, and more cake left over. Every time we saw DH's mom, we were offered cake. About 2 weeks after the open house, the in-laws were leaving town to visit the grandchildren. There was still cake left, so my MIL cut it up into pieces and froze it. When they returned from their visit, each evening, my FIL had a piece of cake for dessert.
My FIL passed away, at home, in his own bed,
after he had finished the very last piece of his 80th birthday cake the night before.
What a way to go.