A Lao Loum Woman Mourns Her Brother's Death |
John Donne in his poem, "Death Be Not Proud", wrote:
"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; ..."
Here in Northeast Thailand in the region called "Isaan" a similar attitude prevails and from my personal experiences I would add "Death Be Not Private" In the Lao Loum culture most often a person will die surrounded by family and friends. One certainty is that their funeral will be a large public event.
On Thursday I attended the third funeral ritual of this month. One of Duang's uncles, her father's oldest brother, died at the age of 77. He was a special man. Paujon Veeboonkul (Wirboonkun - Thai names can have several English spellings) had performed our "wedding" http://hale-worldphotography.blogspot.com/2009/01/19-august-2008-isaan-weddings.html and also officiated at the blessing of our home http://hale-worldphotography.blogspot.com/2009/01/14-september-2008-isaan-house-warming.html and http://hale-worldphotography.blogspot.com/2009/01/17-september-2008-spirit-houses.html
Kuhn Paujon Conducting Our Wedding Ritual |
Kuhn Paujon was a school teacher, a very respected profession amongst the Lao Loum people. Teachers and Policemen are professions that are held in high regard by the people of Isaan. These are uniformed positions that although not commonly attained can be attained by the children of the subsistence farmers of Isaan. Duang's uncle's only son is a policeman and so are two of his grandsons - a source of pride for the family.
Kuhn Paujon besides teaching 14 year old students, was a Brahman priest. He was familiar with the various religious rituals of the Buddhist, Hindu, and Animist faiths. His knowledge and services were in constant use for weddings, births, sickness, house blessings, deaths, and all occasions where it was deemed necessary to placate the spirit world. He had been a Monk for five years before he got married. After ten years of marriage he had a son.
Duang's uncle was special in another way - he had two daughters. One daughter was the child of villagers who were not financially able to raise the baby. At birth, the parents signed papers for Kuhn Paujon and his wife to adopt the baby. His other daughter is Duang's older sister. When Duang was born, her family was too poor to raise two children. Duang's uncle and his wife took in Duang's older sister and raised her as their own child. Such is the way it is in Isaan, then and even today.
For this and many other reasons, Kuhn Paujon was highly respected and revered in the local community. He spent the past two months in the hospital ding of what I suspect was colorectal cancer. His bill for the hospital stay was 140,000 Baht ($4,666 USD). In Thailand there is no national health coverage and her uncle did not have health insurance. Family members, friends, and neighbors have contributed to help pay the bill.
While in the hospital, Kuhn Paujon was not alone. Daily his personal needs were met by attentive family members. Part of the Lao Loum tradition is to have a death watch hopefully that at the time of passing the dying person will hear words of encouragement according to my wife along the lines of " OK, you go now. Good luck to you. You not go down down you go up. Buddha take care of you You not think too much. You poor now. Maybe you come back soon better maybe come back as King. Good Luck to you". When he died, his body was transported back to his home in Nongdaeng Village to lie in state for three days. Since Duang was so close to her uncle, she stayed at the village for the entire ritual. I remained at home but attended the cremation ritual on Thursday.
So why am I writing once again about a Lao Loum funeral? I am writing once again about a funeral here in Isaan because the ritual and experience here is neither private or an event to be dreaded. This is very foreign to me and my American experience. I am fond of quoting the Buddhist attitude towards death as is best expressed by Wade Davis, a renowned Canadian Anthropologist and contributor to National Geographic documentaries. In his documentary series "Light At the End of the World" he states "The Buddhists spend all their lives getting ready for a moment that we spend most of our lives pretending does not exist, which is the moment of our death"
In Isaan death is a milestone of life which is familiar to and accepted by all from a very early age. The conclusion of this life, which for many has been very difficult, presents the hope as well as opportunity for a better and easier life in the future - another step towards enlightenment.
I share these funeral ritual experiences to provide a perspective on the matter that is most likely not available to many of this blog's readers. It is not a morbid curiosity or obsession that motivates me. The blogs on the Lao Loum funeral ritual are documentation on the inevitability of death for all of us, how common and often that it occurs, and how other cultures deal with the event.
On the morning of the cremation, people arrived at the family home in Nongdaeng Village. One of the first things that they do after giving wais (prayer type gestures of respect and greeting) to the tables of guests who are seated, drinking and eating is to go to a table next to the public address system. Seated at the table next to a man that is performing a running commentary over the top of recorded ethnic music is a man with a ledger and pen. Cash donations are given to the man who dutifully records the name of the contributor as well as the amount of cash donated. The commentator uses the ledger to announce the arrival of the mourner as well as their cash donation. The cash will be donated to the local Monks in the name of the deceased, the selected person who presents the donation, as well as the donor. Some people who do not have cash to donate will contribute sacks of sticky rice, the stable food for the Lao Loum people. These contributions are also recorded in the ledger and dutifully announced to the public. The rice donations are made and kept in front and to the side of the coffin inside of the home. Periodically the smaller sacks are consolidated into a large 55 kg bag. The rice is given to the local Wat in the name of the deceased and donor for the Monks to distribute as needed to very poor people. Costs for the food, drink, and other funeral expenses are paid from family savings, bank loans, family donations, friend donations, neighbor donations and insurance payments.
A Villager Places A Donation of Sticky Rice In Front of the Coffin |
Mourners Inside of Kuhn Paujon's Home |
The Abbott, Paujon's Brother, Recites Buddhist Scripture from a Buddhist Scripture Book |
Duang's Aunt Pours Water As Part of Merit Making Ritual for her Husband |
Led by Monks Holding Disaisin, Procession Departs the Home For the Wat |
Puffed Rice Is Offered to the Spirits As the Procession Circles the Crematorium |
Disaisin Connects Coffin to Nearby Sala for Part of Funeral |
Paujon's Nephew Escorts His Uncle's Coffin Around the Crematorium |
Some people are selected to present offerings such as Monk's robes. These too are placed atop the closed coffin
Seated In the Sala, Monks Pass Daisaisin That Links Them to the Coffin |
Following Her Sister, Duang Makes An Offering to Her Uncle |
After the ritual of offering and accepting, all people picked up a totem called a "daugjen" from a table at the foot of the crematorium stairs. Daugjens are small handicraft items that are constructed of bamboo and/or paper that symbolize good luck tokens for the spirit about to be released by the flames on its journey.
A Young Girl Prepares To Place A Daugjen On the Coffin |
After Knocking Three Times, Some Final Words |
Daungchan Places A Daugjen On Her Uncle's Coffin |
Headman of Tambon Siaw Places A Monk's Robe On the Coffin |
Monks Accepting Robe Offerings |
A Novice Monk Prepares To Pour Coconut Water On the Corpse of His Grandfather |
At the same time that the funeral fire is starting and the fireworks are exploding, in an act of renouncing this world and its worldly possessions, family members throw wrapped hard candy and colorfully wrapped coins to the awaiting crowd consisting mainly of children.
Children Scramble to Gather Candy and Coins Tossed As a Demonstration for the Renunciation of Worldly Goods and Possessions |
This was yet another funeral that I have witnessed. But during this funeral I found myself internally celebrating and taking comfort in the ritual. The familiarity of a ritual that has been practiced over 2,000 years seemed to provide a link to the past all the while of serving as a map to a future destination. Death seems to be more familiar and less frightening; something that I have just begun to experience but is taught from an early age in Isaan. Like so many situations in life, fear and the lack of knowledge impart greater power than is justified by facts.
"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; ..."
As I have at every funeral here in Isaan, I walked away impressed with the dignity, respect, and compassion that the community had demonstrated for one of their own.
Young Boy Watches the Smoke Ascending From Crematorium |