That time I bought a casket…

I’m going to depart from my usual abrasive tone and get sort of serious today. This is a sensitive topic, and I’m sure to hit a few nerves for insensitivity. Please bear with me, because this is important.

Soooo… y’know… the old “death & taxes” thing? I see a lot of conversation in the FI community and personal finance blogs about tax strategies. This is awesome, it has huge repercussions. However, I don’t see a lot of conversation about the death part, except for “make a will” and such.

The fact is, death is part of life. We are all going to be touched by the death of others as we move through our lives. And sometimes, we may be called to handle the arrangements for someone who has passed.

The funeral industry has huge profit margins. The death of a person is a one-time event, and often highly charged with emotion. Perfect formula for specialty services and high end products.

Step back for a moment. Honoring the departed is important. However, that person no longer cares about the details anymore. Gatherings, ceremonies, arrangements… those are for the people who remain here, rituals to assist the grieving process.

Several years ago, I found myself in the position to make the arrangements for someone who had passed away. The person had not been spendy or extravagant in life, so it seemed natural to follow that trend with the arrangements. As I proceeded, I was astounded at the cost of things. I realized that adding the category of “funeral” to something made prices skyrocket. Much like adding the “wedding” label, I suppose. Anyway, I quickly started eliminating that word wherever possible as I continued with plans and arrangements.

Someone passed a tip along to me that really made a huge difference. And let me be extremely clear here – no affiliate links whatsoever – I just think this is really important:

With a CostCo membership, caskets or urns can be purchased at approximately half the price that a funeral home would charge. Sometimes not quite half, but still.

So here’s how it works: CostCo is partnered with Universal Casket Co. You can’t buy directly from Universal, but once you have the CostCo membership, you work with Universal directly. When I did this several years ago, the membership fee was $55. The casket I purchased was $849 from Universal, and $1599 at the funeral home I had chosen for the services. That is a $750 difference. So that $55 membership saved me $695. There is no CostCo within reasonable distance to where I live, so I never used it again, but it was worth every penny.

The funeral director started to look a little frowny when I told him about the casket arrangements I had made. He began to talk about the “package” of services they offer and how they handle every detail during times of grief, etc.

That kind of pissed me off. It made me realize exactly how much of a cold, calculated business transaction this really was to him. Experiencing grief does not turn people into incapable morons. Pouring oneself into the managing the details can sometimes be only thing to get you through that period of time with your sanity partially intact.

My point is, do your homework. Be informed. Know the rules. Funeral homes are obligated by law to accept delivery on your behalf from any source you have chosen. They are not allowed to “require” you to purchase the casket from their establishment, no matter how much they may suggest so, or play to your emotions. Be polite, but stand firmly by your decisions.

It has taken several years for me to feel comfortable to even bring this topic into conversation. I sincerely hope someone benefits from reading this. Maybe CostCo is not the only way to reduce outrageous funerary markups. What about headstones..? Floral displays..? Comments are open for more suggestions… please chime in!

Witch Hazel: Good for your Skin and Wallet

What’s That on your Face?

Vanity is a slippery bitch. Ladies, you know this. Guys, I’m talking to you too, the industry for male grooming products has fucking exploded in the past few years.

This article from Forbes celebrates women who have made fortunes from launching skin care and beauty products. They saw opportunity, took risks, and it paid off. (Good job ladies!)

But if you think about the other side of the equation, the obvious takeaway is that the public is willing to trade tons of money in exchange for consumable product. Money that could be better used elsewhere, like, oh I don’t know, maybe indexing..?

Because let’s face it. Time marches on, and eventually it is going to march right across your face. Best to spend your time fortifying naturally instead of globbing expensive chemicals all over yourself, right?

Don’t get me wrong. You absolutely need to take good care of your skin. You just don’t have to exchange obscene amounts of money to do it.

So what to do? Most people* can slim down their skin care routine to a super efficient ritual: Witch hazel. Basic moisturizing lotion-sunscreen. And drink lots of water. Period.

Wait, witch hazel? Isn’t that like an old wives tale, or some archaic home remedy? YES. Why? Because it fucking works. Now go get some, and we’ll check it out.

In a nutshell, witch hazel is derived from the leaves and bark of the witch hazel shrub, which is common to North America. It is most well known for its anti-inflammatory and astringent properties, as well as for soothing sensitive skin. Witch hazel also contains antioxidants, which help to prevent widespread inflammation and neutralize free radicals.

You heard me. Widespread. No, not your ass. I mean your whole body, not just your face. All your skin can use this. Witch hazel doesn’t judge. No more of this “specially formulated” bullshit. Which is marketing language for “expensive.”

So go ahead, give it a shot. Load up a cotton ball and try this classic remedy. Acne, eczema, psoriasis, bug bites, dry skin, oily skin, whatever. Bring it on. See if you have positive results within a week.

Hey, you know what else will give you a healthy glow? The relentless joy you will be radiating from all the money you’re no longer pouring into the gaping maw of the beauty industry. Smiling is the best defense against frown lines. You’re welcome.

*I am not a fucking dermatologist. If you have unmanagable or severe skin issues, FFS see a professional doctor.

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