Ghana's dancing pallbearers!
I've always thought that funerals are far too dreary. I understand that death is a terrible thing and grief and sorrow is a given, but seems to me that a funeral should be more like a bon voyage party for the dear departed.
When I was a little kid, I ended up at too many sobbing funerals, including my father's, but when old man O'Connor next door died, the coffin was in the living room with empty beer cans piled up on it. His funeral was a hell of a party. Woke me up.
New Orleans was of two minds about the jazz funeral, but the thought of my coffin being carried by a bunch of musicians doing a two-step is somewhat comforting. After all, we've been coming up with all sorts of stories about the afterlife, so why not celebrate our passing? (Or maybe no one really believes that afterlife stuff?)
Anyway, these Africans have got it down.
