Ask Lemmy

26734 readers

1421 users here now

A Fediverse community for open-ended, thought provoking questions

Please don't post about US Politics.

Rules: (interactive)

1) Be nice and; have fun

Doxxing, trolling, sealioning, racism, and toxicity are not welcomed in AskLemmy. Remember what your mother said: if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. In addition, the site-wide Lemmy.world terms of service also apply here. Please familiarize yourself with them

2) All posts must end with a '?'

This is sort of like Jeopardy. Please phrase all post titles in the form of a proper question ending with ?

3) No spam

Please do not flood the community with nonsense. Actual suspected spammers will be banned on site. No astroturfing.

4) NSFW is okay, within reason

Just remember to tag posts with either a content warning or a [NSFW] tag. Overtly sexual posts are not allowed, please direct them to either [email protected] or [email protected]. NSFW comments should be restricted to posts tagged [NSFW].

5) This is not a support community.

It is not a place for 'how do I?', type questions. If you have any questions regarding the site itself or would like to report a community, please direct them to Lemmy.world Support or email [email protected]. For other questions check our partnered communities list, or use the search function.

Reminder: The terms of service apply here too.

Partnered Communities:

Logo design credit goes to: tubbadu

founded 1 year ago

MODERATORS

[email protected]

candyman337

[email protected]

175

What's the grimmest job you ever had? (lemmy.world)

submitted 5 days ago by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

92 comments fedilink hide all child comments

I'm not asking about the worst job. I'm asking about the grimmest one. For me it was when in my teenage years I was making candles you would put on a grave. Most of the time is was just filling the form, burn the right shape and passing it forward. But sometimes I had to fill in for a person who was selling these things, and that is where it gets grim. It was decades ago but I still remember one lady who asked what would be the best candle to memorialize her late husband. And she gave me the whole life story of her and her husband. I shit you not, it was the most touching love story I have ever heard. I quit the next day.

you are viewing a single comment's thread
view the rest of the comments

[–] [email protected] 7 points 4 days ago

We're running into this right now. My family has lost a few members recently, and my mom's gone into Final Prep mode.

Really really.

We kids are constantly discussing this. We can't keep the broken antique sewing machine on which her great aunt made a quilt when she was a baby. We tell her "sure" but we all agree a lot of it is just going away. We have no space for this.

So much of what we keep is just for the sentiment, and that's cool, but has no significant value to someone else if they don't have a connection to it. It will go and make a memory with someone that starts at a thrift store.

As the world gets more consolidated for space and we lose the attics and crawlspaces where we host the treasures we will never use but know they're there, we may have to reduce our baggage.

And that's how I entered my own Final Prep mode decades early (ideally).