For years it was a running joke in our family. When I was soliciting suggestions from wife and kids of what we might do on a day off, and they were having a hard time thinking of something, I would say, “We could go to the funeral museum.”
Yesterday, we finally did. Yes, there is one: the National Museum of Funeral History. And it is in Houston. It’s much bigger than I imagined, with lots of caskets and hearses (of course), and exhibits on mourning in 19th century America, early embalming (jumping from the Egyptians to the American Civil War), presidential funerals, and a large new exhibit on papal funerals. It’s really worth a visit. But the gift shop has some tacky trinkets.