I’ve just come back from a trip to Holland to attend a much loved Uncles Funeral. Although Holland is geographically not that far apart from England, I am struck by the gulf between our customs and attitudes towards death.
One of their customs, before the day of the funeral, is to display the body so that visitors can come and pay their respects and give their condolences to the family. The room is tastefully decorated with flowers, candles and pictures of the deceased. As a family member I stood in line, as friends of my uncle shook my hand and gave me their condolences. It was very civilised but also quite shocking as it was the first time I had seen a dead body.
On the day of the funeral, I was asked to take photographs of the open coffin, the floral displays and the ceremony. Unfortunately when the photographic request came through we had already set off for the day. This meant I had to document the day on my sisters compact! It had never occurred to me before that it would be an appropriate place to take photographs, so I had rather annoyingly left my DSL back at base. I thought death was a frontier that a photographer didn’t cross, how wrong I was.
Apart from the technical frustrations growing out of using a compact in low lighting conditions (therefore, no ISO, no shutter and no aperture control), a large cavenous church space with no wide angle lens. I was also battling with a taste issue of what was and was not appropriate to document. Do I take pictures of people crying? Do I take a portrait of the deceased? I also had to keep fighting the urge to tell people that I was asked to take photographs and this isn’t something that I normally did.
I got on with the job in hand. In some ways it wasn’t too disimilar to photographing a wedding: procession, ceremony, family, flowers and heart felt emotion. One old lady came up to me and in pigeon English said, ‘Take lots of photos, lovely, lots of photos,’ I found these words very encouraging as I busied myself trying to answer the brief I was given. When I showed the photographs to my uncle’s daughter at the end of the day, she like them. So I must have done okay.
It was a really interesting experience and although I would never use a compact camera, I wouldn’t rule out doing it again. Personally I shall always remember him as the person that he was when he was alive, mischevious, strong, intelligent, fun and king. I think that photographing the funeral was about giving closure to the people who needed it most, his family.