May 15, 2019

Contain your grief.

The Colonel's off to a wedding this weekend. Desultory posting will continue upon my return.

2 comments:

paul scott said...

I have just spent the best part of a week at a Thai funeral. Before that we all gathered at the hospital where we learned > the brother was 98% dead, next day 100% dead.
What you do is go to the Temple, the landscape of which is filthy with , junk, food, motor bikes, dogs, cats, oil, stuff that burns, old tins, rubbish, decay and you sit around with the relatives for a long time.
Then you go in and look at the corpse which is taken out of cool store every day. Then you pay the relatives t help with the funeral, but before that you bought the Thai girl new black clothes, hand bag and shoes.
After a few days more people dressed in black turn up , they light a big fire in a massive burner, and then you can smell the relative coming out the chimney.
Well it was all rather interesting until I suddenly realised that that will probably be the way I spend my last week , dead but intact on earth.
I wish I had gone to a wedding instead.

Col. B. Bunny said...

That sounds like quite an experience. The trash around the temple part is the strangest part to me. Compare and contrast with, say, a Japanese temple which would be scrubbed with a toothbrush. Grim thought that one could go out the same way but who cares at that point, natch.

Weddings are much more fun. The officiating "preacher" was a slender, leggy blonde who was quite easy on the eyes. I was trying to figure out her placement in the relgio-politico structure of local government but then she indicated she'd obtained her ordination on-line. I couldn't understand half of what she said in the over-amped PA system so I don't know if this phenomenon is an improvement over old ways. She was a good-natured sort so that was a big plus.