Abulafia

Last Saturday, we held the funeral for my grandmother. The only oddity that happened was that, even though we had a hearse and everything, when it came to the final march towards the grave from church, my male cousins all refused to put down the coffin, opting instead to carry it on their shoulders. So the hearse we hired only ended up as a gigantic music box that halved traffic in front, the coffin on the shoulders of my cousins and some of the young males that married into the family, the grieving relatives, and a marching band. The grave was situated into the side of a mountain on the outskirts of the city, so my cousins kept at it all the way, uphill until we got to the grave, which also has about 6 new bones interred (we also took the opportunity to transfer old bones from other graves).