The wake lasts two days, with a
marquee set up, and people playing cards and mahjong, keeping the
family - and the soul of the deceased - company.
Mourners turn up for a free
meal and evening's karaoke, and a friend, whose father died recently
felt afterwards that the three day wake was a nightmare in which she
had been continually robbed, her friends taking care of expenses
while she performed the chief role as mourner.
The pressure to put on a good
display is growing again, and in Old China families used to bankrupt
themselves on prestigious funerals, which out-weigh weddings in
expense.
During the day an incessant
dirge plays. This particular funeral struck me as interesting,
as the choice of music was quite odd. I imagined the dead man a
die-hard communist, going out in the style of Breschnev or Mao or
Stalin, to sombre classical music.