Being Irish and Catholic I was a surprised at how little time Brazilians waste in getting someone into the ground. The body goes to the cemetery the following day and you can go an hour or two before the service to pay your respects. Thats it, you're not forced to go round to the dead persons house, drink all their booze, stare at the coffin, eat sandwiches presented by a bunch of helpful aunts desperate for something to do, and accidentally block their toilet. There were a lot of tears, backslapping from the men and glamourous women in ridiculously oversized sunglasses. And me of course, looking shifty on the sidelines. I think everyone thought that I was in the wrong place. A strange experience.
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