I regret to inform you of the passing of one Bradford white 75 gallon hot water heater. Water heaters these days typically last 10 to 15 years. Ours died last weekend, at the old age of 20. She didn't leak, and there was no big mess. She simply refused to stay lit. No autopsy was performed, but the plumbers commented on the accumulation of residue which added ~ 15 pounds to her weight as they carried her disconnected body to the waiting truck. She was consistent throughout her working life. She provided the right amount of warmth right up until the weekend, when she could go no more. She maintained a comfortable temperature for all of her days. It was reported that she never boiled over. She was a simple natural gas water heater--not some fancy boiler. Her steadiness was remarkable, and in an age with so much division, she treated all equitably. To say that she will be lovingly remembered would require manufactured feelings, though in fairness, one could say that her absence reminded us of the important role she played in our lives, though we seldom acknowledged her contributions to our comfort and safety. When we complained about the monthly gas and water bills, it never occurred to us that she was an accomplice. She was oblivious to politics, taxes, hidden fees or environmental impact.
After her passing, it took me several days to find a plumber. I asked for an estimate on Yelp. I was soon inundated with replies. But none were able to do the work. Several said they were busy for the foreseeable future.
Cornel's Plumbing referred me to 3 Mountains Plumbing. (Thank you!)
The capable duo of Cameron and Tjader of 3Mountains Plumbing arrived as scheduled, wearing bright orange booties and masks for Covid-19 protection, and with the requisite amount of gravitas. They confirmed, as I expected, that resuscitation was not possible. The flame of the pilot light that burned for so long has been extinguished forever. They took the final temperature reading and made the official declaration. After discussion about options, they respectfully gave me time to think. I quickly decided on a course of action. I chose not to be present when they disconnected her. I watched from a distance as they respectfully carried her outside. I almost held back a tear when they loaded her into the truck. I was envisioning 'ashes to ashes' but they said something about scrap metal recycling. What does one say at a time like this? It may seem fast, to some, to move on so quickly after such a short period of mourning. But we felt that the best way forward would be to immediately adopt a replacement from the same stock. We got our new hot water heater that same day, after only 4 days of cold showers.
She was gently carried in and now stands ready to work. She was not cheap. Then again, quality sometimes cost more. We know she comes from a good lineage, Bradford White. She comes from the same model as the one that died, 75 gallons, although the new one has electronics to relight it, a better thermostat, and is a larger diameter because they use more insulation.
We all go through the stages of grieving. Denial. (No, not the river in Egypt). It's just the sense of disbelief. At first, the water in my shower feeling cool, then suddenly it was freezing. This is the shock. Then pain and guilt. Did I overlook maintenance? Am I the only homeowner who doesn't annually drain the tank as recommended?
I replayed the last few days in my mind: Anger. Who did this? I wanted to blame. The house is only 20 years old. I cannot fault a previous owner, or an inspector. Not the manufacturer--it was well past the 6 year warranty. The average home water heater lasts 8 to 12 years. Beyond that is 'borrowed time.' A colleague told me her water heater failed at 20, flooding the basement. Another tells me her 20 year old water heater flooded her garage.
I am happy with the new one. When she is lit up, she roars like a small airplane. In the early hours of her life, she emitted a cloudy grey brown colored substance, then she started to run clear. She burped a little bit; perhaps it was lingering indigestion as she adjusted to her new home. We hope she becomes comfortable so much that we forget she is even there, just like her predecessor. The stages of grief are not sequential. I've been through all these over the past week: Shock, Denial, Pain and Guilt, Anger, Sadness, Bargaining, Depression. The time came when I realized I just had to pay for a new water heater. Special thanks to Tjader and Cameron and 3 Mountains Plumbing for helping us through this difficult time as quickly as possible.
The old water heater had no known relatives. It was once rumored that she was connected to the washing machine and the dishwasher. No services will be held due to Covid-19 restrictions. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations made to the charity of your choice.