In the 1980s, I visited Mandalay, Burma, and happened upon a community carnival – kids’ rides, food, music and the best part of all – a raised, glassed-paneled coffin for viewing, containing a revered lama who had died more than 6 months before. The town was waiting for the propitious moment to bury him. He was in perfect condition as if he were just napping.
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Charlotte Wilson
In the 1980s, I visited Mandalay, Burma, and happened upon a community carnival – kids’ rides, food, music and the best part of all – a raised, glassed-paneled coffin for viewing, containing a revered lama who had died more than 6 months before. The town was waiting for the propitious moment to bury him. He was in perfect condition as if he were just napping.