Culture · Essay
The sin-eater: paid sixpence to take on someone else's account
A poor man was fetched to the house, given bread and ale passed across the corpse, and paid a few pence to carry away the sins of the dead. On what the antiquarians actually recorded, the last sin-eater's grave, and how much of it is solid.Written to last.
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The scene, as it comes down to us, is this. Someone has died. The body is laid out in the house. A man is fetched from wherever the poorest man in the parish lives, and he stands at the door or beside the bed. A loaf of bread and a bowl or cup of ale are passed across the corpse to him. He eats the bread, drinks the ale, is given a few pence, and says a form of words undertaking that the sins of the dead person are now his. Then he leaves, and everybody is relieved to see him go.
The transaction is startling and the accounting behind it is coherent. If sin is a burden the dead carry, and if it can be moved, then somebody willing to carry it is doing the family an extraordinary service. And if somebody is carrying the sins of everyone in the district, you would not want them in your house at any other time.
Almost everything known about sin-eating comes from a small number of antiquarian reports, and it matters to say so.
The earliest substantial account is John Aubrey's, written in the 1680s, describing the custom in Herefordshire and naming a man he says did the work: a poor fellow living in a cottage on the common, called to funerals, given sixpence and a loaf and a bowl of maple. Aubrey collected a great deal that was true and a certain amount that was not, and he was writing about a practice he considered already dying.
Later writers describe it in Wales and along the border, generally at second hand and generally in the same terms, which is the usual pattern for a folklore item circulating among collectors. Some of them are plainly copying Aubrey.
So the honest position is this. That the custom existed somewhere in the Welsh Marches, at some point, is reasonably well supported. That it was widespread, that it worked exactly as described, and that it persisted for centuries in the form the Victorians described, is much less certain than the confident retellings suggest. Folklorists have been pointing this out for a long time and it has made no difference at all to how the story is told.
The person usually called the last sin-eater is Richard Munslow, who died in 1906 and is buried at St Margaret's, Ratlinghope, in the Shropshire hills.
St Margaret's, Ratlinghope, where Richard Munslow is buried. His grave was restored in 2010 with a service taken by the parish. Photograph by Amanda Slater, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons.
He does not fit the type at all, which is what makes him interesting. Munslow was not a destitute outsider. He was a farmer of some standing, and the account given locally is that he took up the custom, long after it had otherwise died out, following the deaths of several of his own children within a few days of one another.
His grave fell into disrepair and was restored in 2010, with a service conducted by the local vicar, who described the custom as a strange practice while noting that a man who took on the sins of others was doing something recognisably Christian in shape. The grave is now visited.
Whatever the truth of the wider tradition, Munslow is a documented person with a documented grave, and the story attached to him is about a bereaved father doing something for other people's dead because nobody had been able to do it for his own.
Sin-eating sat awkwardly with both the established church and dissenting congregations, and was condemned by clergy where it was recorded.
The objection is straightforward. In Christian doctrine, sin is not transferable between people by contract, and the forgiveness of it is not something a neighbour can be paid to arrange. A rite in which a poor man takes sixpence to absolve a corpse is, from the pulpit, a superstition at best.
It also sat in a particular gap. In Catholic practice the dead can be prayed for, masses said, purgatory shortened; the Reformation removed all of that from Protestant Wales and the English border and left families with a dead relative and nothing at all they could do for them. Practices that fill exactly that hole appear across Protestant Europe, and Totensonntag in Germany is a more respectable example of the same gap being filled.
The part of the story usually skipped is what it was like to be him.
The sin-eater was, by every account, a social outcast, and the outcasting was the point rather than a side effect: the rite required somebody already outside the community, because the burden had to go somewhere it would not contaminate anyone who mattered. He was called to houses at the worst hour, fed at the door, paid, and avoided.
It is a bleak arrangement, and it is also a bargain freely entered into by a man who needed sixpence. There is no record anywhere of what any of them thought about it, because nobody asked, and because they were not the kind of people whose views were written down.
The custom is a lesson in how memory is made rather than what it preserves.
There is very little evidence for sin-eating, most of it from one seventeenth-century collector and his copyists. There is a great deal of confident retelling: novels, television, games, a steady supply of articles describing exactly what the sin-eater said and did, all resting on the same thin base.
That is how most folk history works. A small number of written accounts survive, they get repeated, and the repetitions become the record. What was actually done in those cottages, by whom and how often, is lost, and the loss is invisible because the story is so good.
A family's own account, written down while somebody still knows it at first hand, is the difference between a record and a retelling. Only one of the two can be checked, and Confinity is on that side of the line.
What was actually written down
The grave at Ratlinghope