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The God Log: Funeral Industry. The God Books
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- ISBN8233002878
- EAN9798233002878
- Date de parution19/03/2026
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- ÉditeurLinda Balsamo
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The God Log: Funeral Industryby Steve HutchisonWhat if funerals were not tributes to the dead -but illusions sold to soothe the living?This is not reverence. This is not eternity. This is structure written in invoice and theater. Every coffin polished as proof of love. Every flower arranged to purchase dignity. Every prayer spoken louder than belief, and every sandwich room disguising silence with noise.
In this volume, I strip away the ritual -and reveal not respect for the dead, but a market where grief is monetized. What if burial and cremation were not choices, but brands of denial packaged for sale?What if faith was only costume, rented for an afternoon before phones returned?There are no heavens here. No gates, no choirs, no angels waiting. Only bodies erased, and the living scrambling to buy illusions of presence.
If you've ever felt the pressure to prove love with money, if you've seen sincerity drowned in spectacle -this is where you face the funeral without disguise, and recognize the silence it cannot sell.
In this volume, I strip away the ritual -and reveal not respect for the dead, but a market where grief is monetized. What if burial and cremation were not choices, but brands of denial packaged for sale?What if faith was only costume, rented for an afternoon before phones returned?There are no heavens here. No gates, no choirs, no angels waiting. Only bodies erased, and the living scrambling to buy illusions of presence.
If you've ever felt the pressure to prove love with money, if you've seen sincerity drowned in spectacle -this is where you face the funeral without disguise, and recognize the silence it cannot sell.
