thinking about rudyard funn’s true interests slowly becoming more apparent, mostly without his distinct realisation: the family business is his torch to carry, and even if it isn’t a passion it’s a duty, it’s his life; it’s not supposed to be fun. antigone has always been a dark, burning flame for biology and embalming and the science of it all: to her, it’s an art as gorgeous as the 4 hour silent french films she watches. her true yet restrained passions for literature and theatre run and flourish throughout the podcast alongside it.
but rudyard? it’s an order: he gets the body in the coffin in the ground on time. the part he likes about funeral directing is the directing. giving everyone a clean, timed, proper service. episode 4, when organising the fete, he says, i, i do like spreadsheets. its the one thing he’s good at. except he likes building mouse furniture. for mice. he enjoys organising and scheduling — nothing more to it, really, but then he becomes the town’s archivist and promptly engulfs 300 years of town history in what’s probably the span of a few days. he can’t help but bring up town history. it’s his job, what do you mean? he likes spreadsheets. he cares infinitely about upkeeping the burial grounds. touching corpses freaks him out. he’s an agent of looney-tunes style mayhem and a symbol of death who also adores order and planning and by god he’ll pose in a naked calendar if it saves his fucking schedule. they will get the body in the coffin in the ground on time. day one, it’s all about time. if one historical detail is off he’ll implode. he knows seemingly everything about history, now. he’d go crazy for wikipedia. someone should get him to watch cunk on earth.
update: finally got myself to finish the finale. i’m so happy for them i could and did cry. ‘i like researching history’ and 'i like writing porn’ siblings i love you so.