I didn’t bother to turn on the lights in the funeral parlor as there was sunlight coming through the glass surrounding the entrance. I was alone in the back of the parlor sitting on a sofa. The dimly lit area was cool and comfortable with a coffee table placed in front of me providing a place I could put my feet up. In the darkened corner I had on a pair of head sets listening to music when I looked up to see a ball of energy come barreling down the hall into the open parlor. I knew it was the spirit of the body that Charlie was preparing. I heard the name of the deceased while we were shopping when Charlie took the death call. I said to the spirit, “You’re Mr. Quibodeaux aren’t you?” Then I heard “I want my God damn shoes!”
I have enough experience with this to not be alarmed. My only reaction is to work with the deceased and deliver the message. I placed my headsets on the sofa, immediately get up and walk down the hall to the back of the funeral home to the preparation area where I could hear the embalming machine running. It makes a fairly loud noise. It is a pump mechanism with a motor. I knock hard and aggressively on the closed door so Charlie can hear me. He comes to the door kicking it open with his foot while holding his gloved hands up not to touch anything. He looks at me with his face glaring. You don’t have to be psychic to see that he was completely dumbfounded why I would interrupt him. He says one word. “What?” I say, “Mr. Quibodeaux just came into the parlor and said to me ‘I want my god damn shoes’.” Charlie returned a blank gaze. A moment passed and he answered with one word. “Okay.” He then kicked the door closed and I walked away. Returning to the sofa I picked up my headsets placing them on my head and continued to listen to the music.
About twenty minutes passed when Charlie came walking into the front of the building where I was waiting for him. Turning on all the lights, and unlocking the front door to the funeral parlor he said to me, “Mr. Quibodeaux’s wife and daughter will be here in a few minutes to bring me his clothes.” Right away three women walked in the door. I remained seated. Charlie walked over and greeted them. One of the women who appeared to be the wife of the deceased was holding folded clothes that she reverently placed into Charlie’s arms. Charlie said, “I’d like to have his shoes.” She said with a bit of surprise “Well no one told me that I needed to bring shoes.” Charlie answered, “Yes I would like to have his shoes.” Her response was “Well he never had shoes at the nursing home, only bed room slippers.” “I will have to go all the way back home to get his shoes.”
I was really proud of Charlie because he never gave her an out. She was frustrated with Charlie asking for the shoes. In that awkward silence he waited for her to agree to go back and get the shoes knowing that he was honoring the request of Mr. Quibodeaux. There are a lot of advantages for the deceased to be able to place requests with the mortician who is preparing the body! A bond is formed, as the mortician is the caregiver. Most morticians feel their finished work is their art and their craft. I know the spirit of the decease is appreciative of the work and care that goes into making them look good. I have told Charlie many times that when he gets to heaven he will be greeted by thousands of souls stepping up to say “Thank you for what you did for me.” Having a spirit medium tell you the wishes or the desires of the deceased is very helpful!
I never knew why Mr. Quibodeaux wanted his shoes until his obituary came out. He was a dancer. He wanted to go to the other side with his dance shoes on. If you are Cajun you know how important it is to dance, especially in heaven!