Quite oddly I went to an Islamic burial last week via work with a patient of ours, and it was exceptionally emotional. Of course for him, as it was his younger brother. But for us also. A proper burial. Real people do it. Shovels and dirt. Not gravediggers. Islamic prayers and stuff. Real people with real love.

Not like my fathers funeral. He was dead a coffin in our house for 3 days! And I was asked looking at a dead body must be odd. Well, it is. Not that odd though. Acceptance of mortality I guess takes time.

Burials are more common than cremations in many faiths than you may think. Some Italians exhume bodies every year for 5 years and then keep the bones in a housing. Now that is strange.

The Mexicans have a celebration. I like that. We just cry for a while.

A comment I made last week was "We may not be equal when alive< but equal in death"