We arrived at my grandpa's house right at 6:30. The funeral itself takes place in a big canopy/tent thing set up in the street right in front of my grandpa's front doors. That's apparently how people do it. It's not at a meeting house, or some church or at the grave site. It's a giant tent set up in the middle of the street. There were flowers lined up down the length of the tent and out. The flowers were so beautiful. Anyway, Ron and I arrived and immediately were fitted for black robes and an armband. The bands denote how you are related to the deceased. For instance, the sons had a different band than the daughters of the deceased; the grandchildren of the sons had a different armband than the grandchildren of the daughters; in-laws were also different and the first born son and the first born son's son (hereafter referred to as BCousin#1) were unique from the others.
After we dressed, we lined up in 2 rows - men on one side, women on the other. The first born son leads the men's line, then the sons thereafter. Next came the in-laws according to age; thereafter were the grandchildren - BCousin#1 in front, followed by his brother, then by age thereafter... though I'm thinking that if my second uncle had his son with him, then he would line up after the first uncle's sons. The daughters were lined up according to age, then the first born son's daughter would be the first grand daughter in the line, followed by the daughters of the 2nd born son, then the daughters of the daughters lined up according to age. It was all very patriarchal.
After we lined up, we stood there with our palms together and started chanting the name "Amituofo" for 30 minutes straight in a somewhat melodic line. Ron and I hummed the tune but didn't chant. Ron later told me that he was harmonizing after a while. :o) After the 30 minutes of chanting we started bowing. My grandpas spirit was represented in the form of a single burning incense and the flowers and fruits were presented to it. We presented the flowers and fruits 4 different times. First by the oldest son, then the oldest daughter, then BCousin#1, and lastly the oldest granddaughter. Sometimes we'd bow standing up, other times we bowed kneeling. After all the family members went through, then came my grandpa's relatives. They came and bowed towards my grandpa's "spirit," and then would turn and bow with the men in the family and then turn again and bow with the women in the family. Then came the guests and it was the same thing - they'd bow and offer thanks towards the "spirit," then to the men and then to the women. The whole funeral lasted till roughly 9am.
At this point in time, my grandfather's body was loaded into a hearse. The oldest son and the oldest daughter, and BCousin#1 went in the hearse. BCousin#1 also carried my grandpa's spirit in a large pot into the hearse. I later found out that that was BCousin#1's duty for practically the entire day. The rest of us got on a chartered bus and followed the hearse to the crematorium. We arrived at the crematorium about 30 minutes later, got the casket up and out; then took grandpa's spirit somewhere else and did a bit more chanting and bowing. Then we all lit an incense and bowed some more. We then laid the incense on the casket before it was rolled into the line of caskets to be cast into the fire. After that we turned and left and everyone except for Ron and I did a last chant/bowing session with Buddha. Ron and I wouldn't bow to Buddha, but we didn't want to be disrespectful either, so we hid in a corner.
The cremation process was going to take roughly 2-3 hours so we all went back to grandpa's home. The family then set up grandpa's spirit in the front room of the house and they started bringing out kneeling mats. I didn't really know what was going on so Ron and I went upstairs to try and email/skype our families. Then we heard them all reading their bibles downstairs and bowing, etc. Ron and I took a look around and thought that there wouldn't be enough food for lunch so while they were all chanting and reading and bowing we left to go grab lunch. In honor of our grandpa we ate vegetarian. It was actually incredibly delicious. Being a vegetarian in Taiwan would be so easy.
Anyway, by the time we went back to the house they had finished the chanting and bowing and were just finishing lunch. We sat around and chatted with our cousins, looked at pictures and reminisced. It was so nice for all of us to talk and bond again. For some it had been 12 years; for others it had been 23 years. It was so fantastic to find out what they were all doing with their lives; to look at pictures of their boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/children, etc. At around 3-4 we went back to pick up the ashes and then we had to take it to be forever placed in a "tower." At the place where we stored his ashes we had more incense burning and more chanting and more bowing. Then we took him to his little cubby, individually bowed down one last time, said our own personal goodbye, and that was the end. We then all went back home and had dinner together. Then Ron and I and one set of my uncle/aunt got a ride from my first uncle to the bullet train station. We got there somewhat early so browsed a bit, then got on the train. This train was INCREDIBLE! It goes up to 213 mph!!!!!! It was so amazingly fast! Ron and I were very fascinated for the first 20-25 minutes of the train ride, but then passed out for the remaining 40 minutes. It only took 1 hour to travel from Taichong back to Taipei.
My Grandpa
All the grandchildren present. We were still missing quite a few - 3 from my mom's oldest sister, 3 from my second aunt, 2 from my 4th aunt, 1 from my first uncle and 2 from my second uncle, and of course we were missing Zeke. My oldest cousin is almost 50! Can you believe it?!
