
About a week ago,ย tragedyย struck our school. While the details provided to us were scant, what we did know was that one of the English teachers at the school was killed in a tragic accident. Unfortunately, we never had the chance to meet the teacher but we got to witness an incredible showing of Chinese culture.
In America, a funeral is just a one day affair. Essentially people gather, a memorial service is held and then the dead are buried. ย This is not the case in China. It is almost a week long affair.
Right after the teacher was killed, a big party tent area was set up on one of the areas of campus. The first night that was set up there was a lot of music and yelling that could even be heard at our apartment a good 300 meters away. While we initially though the complete opposite, this is actually the traditional way of remembering the dead.
So to remember dead it seems the Chinese will set up big tents and, in a way, party for the next couple days. There is a lot of music and a lot of food. It is a completely organized affair as thoroughly evidenced by endless supply of food and stacks of coal for the numerous fire rings.
As we were not family or even casual aquantences of the teacher we decided, out of respect, not spend a lot of time there. On Friday, the last day of the “memorial” we went there to have lunch and the food was great. The kids at the school were let out of school early and as such we also had a chance to meet some of the other English teachers at the school. Ruth, one of the teachers, was really nice and helped answer the questions that Jordan and I had about the funeral.
We went back later that night for, what I guess we would call in a America, the memorial service. This is where you could see the true way that the Chinese mourn for those who have passed on. At this time everyone that was there gathered around some speakers that near the front of the large tent area and listened to some speeches given by the family.
It was absolutely amazing to observe this. On one hand we did not understand a word of what was being said but on the other it was amazing to notice that there are some emotions in life that seem to transend the language barrier. The sadness of the people around us seemed to almost settle on us like a blanket had been placed on our shoulders. It was amazing.
After the speeches were finished, those in attendence went to a partitioned off area to, we assume, to view the body for the last time. We did not view the body out of respect because we did not know the teacher. After everyone had been through, we decided to leave and the people there started to play some drums. See the video below.
This is the thing I love about being here. That is getting to experience things that millions would never have to chance to. It has definitely opened my eyes and enlightened me to the different perspectives that the world has to offer.
Also, out of respect we only took a couple (like 2) of pictures while there. We did take a video of the music that was being play after the service has ended. Click the pic below to watch!









