Frank E. Campbell

If you grew up in Manhattan, Frank E. Campbell was the ur- funeral parlor. If it you grew up on the Upper East Side, it was tantamount to another institution Schrafft’s. You might even call Frank E. Campbell’s the Schraffts of funeral parlors. It was where all the blue bloods went. Now, it’s more ecumenical. As a side note it’s interesting that funeral parlors take on the name of their owners. You don’t have a Frank E Campbell cemetery. Most of the old-line cadavers interred by Campbell went to a place called Valhalla in the town of the same name. The name is btw spot on. Why would one want to affix one’s name to a funeral parlor? Most little boys don’t dream of being morticians when they grow up. It’s odd in fact there isn’t a Trump Funeral Chapel. You have Trump Tower, the Trump golf course at Bedminster. He’s put his name on every thing else.

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