It’s day four! After three long days of sitting around doing nothing but folding, we finally had a break in the monotony. We had the pre-burial prayers. Man, that was fun.
We all had to sit on the floor and listen to this lady monk (who, by the way, has the same hair style as I do), chant for about 15 minutes. After that, we turn and she chants some more. Then we walk around the coffin a few times. She chants some more. Then we stop.
We stop. After 20 minutes, we do it all over again. And again.
That's three times.
With all that sitting, I did managed to squeeze in a few hundred butt clenches.
Other than that, it was as interesting as watching a 80GB hard drive defragment. (Geek alert!)
Tomorrow we bury my grandfather.