I noticed today that a man downstairs must have passed away very recently. All around the neighbourhood are posters pasted on the walls with his photo on them and many, many people were standing around downstairs by his door. Everyone was dressed in somber looking clothes and some women had a flower or two in their hands. Out on the main boulevard was a big black hearse. It was very unlike our funerals in Canada which are always held in a 'funeral home', never in your own home. We tend to keep death at a distance, and a dead body would never be kept at home. Here, on the other hand, you are allowed to grieve in your natural environment, surrounded only by those who knew and loved the deceased. It all seems more natural to me.
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