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304 pages, Trade Paperback
First published July 2, 2021
Everyone has their secrets. Most people are buried with them.I ordered this book from the library thinking it would be a bit of a laugh, really. The thought of someone rocking up to funerals and interrupting them with messages from the person inside the coffin struck me as kind of sacrilegious. It’s also a little bit awesome and potentially terrifying. A message from beyond the grave has the power to both comfort loved ones and to publicly call out people who deserve it.
The service I would provide to the dying was granting them one last wish, a way for the powerless to leave the world with their conscience clear and the slate wiped clean. A confession before the coffin. The Coffin Confessor.The reasons the dying employed the Coffin Confessor were more varied than I’d expected. There were some that felt like cop outs, when I thought someone would have benefited greatly from saying what they needed to say to the other person face to face. Others were payback, pure and simple. But then there were the really touching and absolutely heartbreaking ones.
A last request - the thing someone can’t let go of when they’re out of time - is as unique as a fingerprint. Sometimes people seem genuinely surprised by what is most important to them, once it comes down to the wire. I know they surprise me.The chapters focused on the individual stories of some of the people who have paid Bill to crash their funerals made me think a lot about regrets and what I need to do to make sure I have as few as possible when my expiry date arrives. I thought about the things I don’t want to leave unsaid and how I want to be remembered.
Maybe this was something people needed - a way to reclaim some agency over how our deaths are marked, the way we’re remembered.What struck me most about Bill Edgar is his resilience. He was abused both at home and school, places that should have be safe, and then experienced homelessness, all before he was old enough to vote. He’s gone on to marry, have children, earn a living and is functional, a big ask for anyone, let alone someone who’s experienced the level of trauma he has.
Death comes for us all, but not all of us remember to make the most of the time we have. Out of everything I’ve learned along the way, that’s the only hard and fast rule.Content warnings include .
Everyone's ashamed of something. When your grandmother told you to always wear clean underwear in case you were hit by a bus, she wasn't just speaking literally. If you were to die, without warning, wouldn't you want someone to be able to care of your dirty laundry?
Right so straight off the bat this is a book that could be extremely triggering for some readers. Discussions of death and dying aside Bill Edger has been through a lot in his life and does not pull punches in the discussion of it. Towards the end of the book, there is a quote "Victims of abuse — sexual, physical or mental — can remain victims or they can become survivors. It's their choice, but I can honestly say the empowerment from deciding to be a survivor is like no other.
I'd encourage any victim to own it. Use it to better yourself. Don't sit in silence." (p. 227). Owning it is what he's done but he does not pretend to be anything he isn't. He isn't an innocent, he wasn't an innocent in some of his actions. But he did do what he had to in order to survive. The problematic themes for readers are familial abuse (physical, emotional and sexual), neglect, molestation, suicidal ideal and varying forms of illegal activity. If you can make it through the first four chapters you're through what I personally consider the worst of it (this does include not being about to use his own name).
I'm not here to judge Bill Edgar's life or any of the events in it or his life choices. This is review is going to focus as much as possible on the book itself, the writing, the story selection and the organisation. As Edgar proves himself to be quite an effective writer there will be a quote dump at the end of this review. One thing I picked up on while reading is The Coffin Confessor as a piece of writing is it won't travel well. International readers (with the exception perhaps of New Zealand) may struggle to understand pop culture, geography and linguistic references that aren't well explained/ expanded upon. There is a lot of assumed knowledge. That said the bikie ban is kinda explained, as are bikies themselves as in their position in Australian society. The organisation of the book is quite smart. It starts with 'It's Your Funeral' a Coffin Confessor story, then alternates between coffin confessor stories and Bill's life for the rest of the book for twenty-nine chapters total. It's a smart way to write the book it allows for a reader to get a breather between moments of gut-punch and betrayal.
On the Coffin Confessor story selections, which if I'm honest is why I picked this up. There is plenty of variation between the stories. The first one is the one who started it all, Graham, his first client. The quote that is easily associated with him at that point is... "Excuse me, but I'm going to need you to sit down, shut up, or fuck off. The man in the box has a few things to say." (p. 2). Graham's story is one of pure love between a couple, it is protection. Christine's confession is so beautiful and so different from Graham's but it is still about love. Mary's perfect scorched earth tactics made me smile. I did like the inclusion of denied requests, that display of morality while meeting some people halfway on their final wishes. A couple of the stories rightfully made me a little weepy, Tom and Pam in particular. While all seem to hold an overarching theme of truth to self at long last or to death they all feel a little different, with Bill allowing each deceased to seemingly have their own voice even in his book.
Bill lived on the street for a few years. We are shown a couple of the rare kind souls along the way that potentially help save him. Prevent him from becoming so much worse. Michael holds an interesting place in Bill's heart. One of his few friends in childhood, one of the few people he trusted Michael died in a reasonably awful way. "He had such a good life, and it seemed so unfair that he would be the one to lose it. So I kept him alive, in my own way, and I've been talking to him ever since." (p. 81) I would guess Michael is part of how Bill (or Scott as he was then) got through living on the streets. What Bill Edgar does do very well is show how one person, one chance meeting can forever alter the course of your life. In his case, that chance meeting came when he was 16, with the love of his life Lara. By the time they were 18, they had a son, Joshua, three years later daughter was Candis born. These are the three people that he lives for, the three people that truly keep him on the straight and narrow. It was Lara's words that acted as a talisman while he was in prison. "'Bill, if you give up on yourself, you give up on us,' she told me when she came for a visit. 'It things aren't going well, just dust yourself off and get the fuck up.'" (p. 202) It is the want to keep his son from following in his and his father's footsteps that kept him truly focused. It is truly as simple as wanting to provide a better life for his wife and kids. Also, Lara is a brilliant woman. I like her spine, she really did give up everything for him. And he is ever grateful for her.
As promised a quote dump
• "'You're on,' I told Graham. 'Fuck that guy. I'll crash your funeral service and tell him how it's going to be.'
'Do you think that's out of line?'
'It's up to you,' I said. 'It's your funeral.' — This is a conversation with Graham, the first of Bill's Coffin Confessor clients. It is just effective. (p. 8 )
• So when someone else got in touch within a week, asking me to interrupt another funeral, it struck me as more than a coincidence. It got me thinking that maybe there was something here. Maybe this was something people needed - a way to reclaim some agency over how our deaths are marked, the way we're remembered. — I think this is why the whole idea of a Coffin Confessor appeals to me. It's that idea of being remembered and marked on your terms. For a generation of women, this is their last chance to claim their agency. (p. 39)
• It's not that I have a problem with authority. I wouldn't even say I'm suspicious of it. It's more a matter of encountering, nearly every day in my life, authority that has been granted to the wrong people. Preachers, teachers, parents, police - anyone who claims authority is someone who believes that, for whatever reason, they have the right to tell someone else how to live. — This is just one of those really good points. (p. 99)
• This is what gets to me about some branches of Christianity. They worship Mary as a deity, make a woman one of their key religious figures, but then don't see women as worthy of equality on earth? What's that about? I've a low tolerance for bullshit and hypocrisy in any organisation, and a lot of time churches are overflowing with both. — Oh how had I never put two and two together and realised this? It's such a great point. (p. 117)
• I had just turned seventeen, still only a kid, but they sent me to Boggo Road, a colonial-era prison so notorious for cruelty and brutality that they would shut it down in 2002. These days they run ghost tours of the place. — This must be so surreal, being able to take a ghost tour of the prison you were incarcerated in. It's interesting when Bill describes it, it sometimes comes off as sounding like a poorhouse or at points a debtors' prison. (p. 154)
• People will tell you that we all make choices and that we deserve to be where we end up now. well, sure, but some people never get a choice. Some people are forced into those choices. Humans aren't fucking produce to be put in a basket and sorted by type. — This kinda feels like the point of the whole book in a way. (p.162)
• What a fucking shame. It was like that movie, Brokeback Mountain, only Brokeback Biker, I guess. Brokeback Gold Coast. Sad for Rod, of course, and his lover, but sad as well for all the other dudes still living in the closet because they were scared of how those around them might react. — Rod has an interesting story. It's so very Australian and tied to culture and awful Bikie laws. I really like this as the way to show cultural evolution. (p. 197)
• I guess the lesson is never underestimate your loved ones whiles they're still around. They're probably more interesting people than you think. — This is after a confession that involves a sex dungeon. It just made me laugh. (p. 242)
I do recommend this book if it looks like something that would interest you. It gives you a look at how others have lived. It is a reminder that regrets are there, that life and love are not to be ashamed of, the lengths people go to improve themselves. While the themes are heavy-hitting the writing is not, it is readable. It is written simply as facts but with the reflection that age brings when looking back at childhood. Thrown in are some brilliant anecdotes from his adult life while he was working in Cairns (Jimmy Barnes, Val Kilmer). There is closure to a degree on the one major scandal Bill was involved in, molestation by staff at the Southport School. It's not a full stop more an acknowledgement that he and the terrifying number of other boys who were abused and have come forward are working through their trauma together. All in all, it is a satisfying read, especially if you leave your societal expectations and judgement at the door.
My whole life up to that point had made me into the kind of bloke who does not give a fuck about what people think of him. There are a few things I do care about: my wife, my kids and those who can't look after themselves. After all - if we can't trust those closest to us, what chance do we have in life?
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