21/05/2026
Thought for the week â¨
Weâve been asked, more than a few times recently, why we donât post photos of the
funerals we conduct on social media.
So, I thought Iâd make it my
âthought for the week.â
The simple answer â we donât approach families for permission to take photos to post online. Honestly⌠itâs not our story to tell, and we donât feel right turning what is such an emotional journey for our families into content.
Itâs only through listening â really listening â to families that we get even the smallest glimpse of who their loved one was.
And from that picture, we help shape a service thatâs personal and meaningful.
But letâs be honest: we donât know them the way their people did. We never pretend to.
Photos of grieving families, the coffin, the urn, the tears⌠thatâs not the story of someoneâs life.
Thatâs just the hard moment the people left behind are trying to survive.
Those moments belong to them â not the internet.
A personâs real legacy lives in the stories their people tell.
The funny bits, the proud bits, the âyou had to be thereâ moments. Itâs in the voices of the ones who loved them ânot in a photo of a coffin and some flowers.
We donât measure a life by how the goodbye looked. We measure it by who loved them, who they loved, and the memories that still make people smile through the ache.
Grief is deeply personal.
No one does it the same way, and thereâs no handbook, no timeline, no neat little stages to tick off.
You donât know how youâll react until itâs your turn to walk through it â and none of us are ever really prepared.
Keepsake photos absolutely have their place â
they can be comforting and grounding. Weâre often asked to take photos of tattoos, hands, or even the coffin for a familyâs private keeping, and weâre always honoured to do that.
But to anyone outside that inner circle, theyâre just photos âand theyâre not ours to share.
Some families choose to share images themselves, and that should always be entirely their decision, on their own platforms, with the people they choose.
The real treasures â the ones that matter â are held in the hearts of the people who walked beside them.