Chiang Mai Thailand Part 13: Funeral ceremonies in Thailand

I was real busy over the weekend and decided to hit you guys off with a double header today. Feeling really generous. Two blog posts in a day about Thailand. Above is a picture I took in Thailand, I don’t believe that is where they hold funeral ceremonies at, it was just a random picture I wanted to share. I did have a chance to see a funeral service take place in Thailand and it reminded me a little bit of how the people in New Orleans Louisiana in the United States of America hold their funeral ceremonies. Noticed I had to say the full country because you can’t always assume that everyone knows what you are talking about.

In New Orleans, the people traditionally celebrate the passing of a family member. Yes there is mourning and sadness, but there is a sense of joy that comes with it also. Knowing that your love one doesn’t have to go through the pain and the suffering that this world puts people through day in and day out, they celebrate your entrance into a “better place”. They take your coffin and they play music and have a band playing and they walk down the street with the body into the cemetery and bury the coffin. I am not religious, I am only writing about what others may believe and what I have seen. In Thailand it is a little bit similar. 

I was walking down the street one day coming back from the Maya mall, and when I went to turn the corner that I turn everyday to get back to my condo, I noticed a crowd walking up the street towards me. They were all dressed in black, and from what I remember there was a truck that had the coffin in the back on a float and it was decorated. Now what I do remember was the people had a white rope connecting to the coffin and they all were walking in a straight line while holding this rope. Everyone was wearing black, people of all ages were there as well. So even the elderly that either knew this person or was related to this person was outside in the heat wearing black walking in the line holding the rope and they went at a slow steady pace down the street so that it was at a pace that everyone could keep up with. 

I did not take any pictures, I felt that it wasn’t appropriate to do so. I know I wouldn’t want cameras and phones in my face if one of my family members died and someone takes it as entertainment. But I stood there and watched them go by and thought it was a site to see. Relating to what the people were going through, experiencing and seeing funeral traditions being held in another country,  it made me feel proud of myself for traveling. Getting out of my comfort zone, experiencing new things in life, seeing how things are done differently in another country, and sharing it with others. Hit me up on Line Messenger: splashwave210