As I said, my neighbout died last week. 
 I attended his funeral, and saw some of the Japanese mourning 
procedures and thought I would share them with you. Bare in mind, Japan 
is both Shinto and Buddhist, and people are buried  according to one or 
the other, but there are similarities between the two. The ceremony I 
attended was a Buddhist one.
The deceased is laid out with their head facing North. The kimono is 
worn with the right side over the left - the opposite of how it's worn 
in life. All orifices are stuffed with cotton. Shortly after the person 
dies (or shortly before), you wet
 their lips. We did it using strips of paper, but I've read online that 
Shinto practice uses cotton swabs on the ends of chopsticks.We then lit 
an incense stick and placed it in the pot above his head. Then you ring a
 little bell three times and clasp your hands in prayer.
The following day was the Cremation Ceremony. I didn't go, partially 
because I didn't know if it was open to the public or not - despite the 
fact that there was a sign with all the info - and partially because I 
didn't want to handle my neighbour's bones with chopsticks. After 
cremation, family and friends pick the bones out with chopsticks. 
Sometimes, they pass them from one person's chopsticks to another, which
 is why it's considered a faux pas to pass food chopstick to chopstick.
The funeral was held two days later at the temple near my house. When you arrive at a funeral, the first thing you do is 
sign in at Reception. Then you hand over your condolence money. 
Depending on your relation to the deceased, or the relation of the 
person you know to the deceased (example, when I went to a teacher's 
fathe's funeral, the relation would have been father) the amount in the 
envelope increases. I believe the highest is around $500 US. 
Since my neighbour was both super-important and super-popular, the 
temple was packed and I couldn't see anything that was going on. People 
who were related to the deceased sat in benches in the front. I assume 
some people who were early got the leftover seats. Everyone else sat on 
cushions.  
At the funeral, the monk chants and the deceased is assigned a new 
Buddhist name. As with religious figures' chanting all over the world, 
it was completely indecipherable. I'm not even sure if the chant was in 
Japanese. There were also two "instruments:" a bell, and something which
 sounded like a car wheel falling over. Then there were some speeches- 
by the Mayor, the head of town hall, the deputy head of the NPO Sports 
organisation, and the deputy head of the festival team. He'd been the 
Head of both organisations that put forth deputies as speakers.
After that there were the messages. In Japan, if you can't attend an 
important event, you send a message. A sample of the messages is read at
 the event. Apart from the sample, the names of all the people who send 
messages are also read.
After the messages, the monk started chanting again and they passed 
around little pots of incense. From the right side of the container, you
 take a pinch of incense between your fingers, raise it towards your forehead, and then 
lower it into the little raised bit on the left side of the pot. I 
believe you repeat this three times. Then you clasp your hands. 
I'm not sure when a Japanese funeral ends. The last time I went to 
what I now believe to be a prayer ceremony/wake, people just left when 
they felt like. This time, the son was speaking, when people just 
started to dissipate. When the lady I was with got up to leave, so did I. 
At the end of the funeral, you receive a gift for attending. It's usually something household-y like coffee. Also in the funeral gift is a packet of salt. You dust this salt over yourself and in front of the doorway in case you've brought any spirits from the temple with you.
Remnants and Revelations
6 years ago


2 comments:
This is so interesting and a little strange. Completely different from a traditional Christian funeral.
I never go to them. They creep me out and it's not how I want to remember the people closest to me. My family gives me a pass when it comes to stuff like this.
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