The Funeral Insurance scam and camping.



Isn’t it amazing that the latest scam involves getting children to sign up for funeral insurance with the weekly payments automatically deducted from welfare entitlements?

Anyone who worries about what happens after you die, is lacking imagination. Gloria Jeans will not sell you anymore espressos nor will you have to worry about putting your socks on. It is baffling why anyone takes on funereal insurance. You can get buried for as little as $1000.-. I know that most advertise a funeral costing anything up from $ 3000.- to ‘the sky is the limit’, 😉  but let me give you that no one ever, was not buried. So, why people worry or even take out a  funeral/burial insurance is baffling. I bet people that persevered with the premiums have paid enough for a burial at Moscow’s Red Square with 110 canons.

Last Monday my brother had travelled with his VW tracker camping van to the South Coast at Bendalong. This is the place of some significance to the Oosterman clan. After our arrival in Australia, then growing up in Revesby, getting married (to the opposites sex.) We all subsequently ended up having children and then started to take our holidays at this Bendalong. No sooner could the babies breath and burb we would pack tents and head off to this idyllic unknown fishing village.  For years on end. We stopped when the area became a well known spot and the trickle of campers became a flood, especially at Christmas and Easter. Soon, the lawn mowers arrived and concreted lions appeared in front of the colour bond aluminium annexes. Open fires were banned. The camping had lost much of its charm but the kids also grew up and started to make their own lives, do their own camping. We haven’t camped since. It was a special era though! So many lovely memories.

Last Wednesday we met up with my brother who had his van parked inside the Bendalong camping ground. The grounds have many cottages and vans that can be rented from the shire. A manager runs the camp. There are still camping sites as well with water and power available. On arrival you have to get a special  permit number from the office that allows the boom-gate to be opened after entering the number into the electronic devise on a post, accessible through the car’s window. It did not work. Helvi went back to the office and was told to enter the hash tag. I had entered the hash-tag. It did not work! The manager came out and entered the number and hash-tags many times. It did not work. She then over-rode the device and the boom-gate finally opened. Such a relief and it was so hot.

We drove around and were pleased that the area is still green with many advanced eucalypts and she-oaks giving lovely shade. The Lantana has gone. There has been an upgrade in facilities, good flushing toilets and showers and no more need to  hand dig pits. My brother was waving from a distance  and we parked our car, took out our canvas folding chairs and in the shade just talked. One could still hear our children shouting but it was also quiet. So many years ago. A glass of wine in reflection.

After a few hours we said goodbye. The boom-gate would not let us out. Again the entering of the number followed by the hash-tag. Again the failure. The manager came out and she beeped the electronic device (again). The gate opened. We drove home through the Kangaroo Valley. It was lovely.

It is funny how quick life goes. Between burping babies and burial is life.


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24 Responses to “The Funeral Insurance scam and camping.”

  1. Dorothy brett Says:

    Another lovely Oosterman memory.


  2. auntyuta Says:

    It is so good, the way you say that, Gerard: ” Between burping babies and burial is life.” Life indeed. Great memories.

    Just too bad that the electronics do not always work as they should. Reminds me of the car-door on my side. It opens only, when Peter presses a button. A few seconds after he drives off, we’re locked in again. I guess it saves me from jumping out of the car while Peter is driving and having some kind of heated argument with me. I assure you, this lock is absolutely child proof! 🙂

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      That also happens in my car, Uta. All doors lock as soon as I drive off. I think it can be disabled but whenever I read the car manual I fall asleep.

      Yes, burping babies was a controversial issue in the sixties and seventies. We did not really burp much. My sister in law was a great believer in burping and whenever we visited her she was burping. It was a big job because she had twins.

      I remember that swaddling babies tightly was another one of those items, Some wrapped their babies so tightly I felt like calling the police. I mean, really. Give them freedom to kick as they like.

      Now in my advancing years, I take the freedom to burp and kick as much as I feel like. It is a well earned privilege.

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  3. berlioz1935 Says:

    In the news report about the funeral insurance, it was said that some Aboriginals will pay up to $100,000. This is outrageous. They should insist on traditional burial. Didn’t they feed the corpses to the birds? First we steal their land and then hold them for ransom for their burial.

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  4. kaytisweetlandrasmussen83 Says:

    How lovely to reminisce with your brother, a glass of wine, a shady afternoon under a tree. Yes, camping has changed since you just threw a sleeping bag on the ground.
    Sadly getting buried has also. changed.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes, burials are big business now. It has become a very cold business. Funeral cars racing to get to the still warm corpse like tow trucks to a car accident.
      I much like the Buddhist way of saying goodbye.
      We had a great day and it is still a very nice place. We traced the tree that we used to camp under. It was a huge tree then. I remember during a big storm we all slept in the car away from that tree, in case it came down.

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  5. Andrew Says:

    The Parsi way is fine by me. The Towers of Silence. Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Although the best I can do today is 25 wood pigeons on the lawn. Camping maybe.

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  6. Big M Says:

    Yes, bloody appalling that the poor are targeted by these funeral schemes. It shouldn’t cost more than a thousand bucks to get buried, as you say.

    There are still some pristine places south of Bega. It astounded they haven’t been ‘ civilised’ by Bunnings, McDonald’s, and Dead Rooster? No, seriously, there are places where whole cities could exist, but we supposedly don’t have space.

    Andrew, the Parsis in India have switched to cremation, as all of the big raptors are dying off, probably from pollution.

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  7. stuartbramhall Says:

    A classic example of corporate scammers playing on irrational fears and insecurities to con money out of people.

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  8. Master of Something Yet Says:

    I didn’t grow up in a camping family and neither did my husband so it’s not an experience we’ve given our boys. I’m a little bit sad about that because I did get to go with a friend once in my late teens and loved it. It certainly seems to have become very popular. Caravan sales seem to be booming.
    What a lovely dip in the memory waters for you.


  9. rod Says:

    I bet you can get coffins now which include built in mobile phones lest we wake to find we have been buried alive. And St Peter has an app he can consult to see who among us should be admitted through the pearly gates.


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes, Soon Ikea will come out with a flat pack coffin with allen key and translated instructions. It will probably be named slafom-ska with a couple of umlauts. The panels will be pre-lined with Nordska foil and guaranteed to be leak proof.


  10. Julia Lund Says:

    Camping holidays with my parents were spent in Scotland. Always wet but nonetheless wonderful, even with man-eating midges.

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  11. Says:

    I wonder what the next generation will exclaim about as they get to our age. We used to camp on empty beaches in spain in the 1950s. You can’t move on them now. My parents had no funerals – at their request, but we had a grand party for both the summer after the second one died.

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