And 12 hours after my arrival, I was swept up in, not quite a funeral, but one of the many feasts which accompany death in this part of the world. There's the funeral itself, followed by a feast each Saturday (which today was) until the ormotsi, the 40-day feast; then the year after the death is the final one. Lots of work for the ladies, lots of eating and drinking for all but especially the men. This was for my hostess's uncle, and another elderly fellow of the village, both of whom had died a few weeks earlier. The couple on the headstone are grandparents of one of the men at the feast - their passing was years ago, but I liked the portrait and its setting.
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