There is no dignity in dying in New Orleans these terrible days. No jazz bands leading funeral processions.
When her common law husband, already ill with cancer, died from lack of oxygen, Evelyn Turner couldn't call a funeral home.
She wrapped his body in a sheet, laid him on a makeshift bier, and floated him down the street to the main road.
“There’s nothing we can do right now,” an officer said. “We don’t have any equipment.”
“So what I’m supposed to do? Sit with the body until you get somebody?” Turner asked.
“Unfortunately, yeah,” the officer replied. “That’s the only option I can give you. Because we have no way of getting to him.”
“Oh Lordy,” Turner said in despair.
From MSNBC, Moving dead becomes city's second priority.
Rest in peace, Xavier Bowie.
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Posted by Jill Fallon at September 1, 2005 4:01 AM | Permalink