We walked from the parking lot to the funeral site. The elders were waiting with their assistants. People were shocked to see two bodies on the field. They whispered to each other, unable to believe their eyes when they saw the man beside my wife's body.
Feeling someone grab my arm, I turned around. "Duncan, what are you doing?" Micah whispered.
"What do you mean?" I asked, pretending not to understand.
"Why did you cremate my daughter together with Mateo?" he protested.
"They died on the same day. Why should I differentiate between their ceremonies? Our elders don't have much free time to take care of other bodies," I explained.
"You could have done that somewhere else. Why did you put their bodies side by side? Are you trying to embarrass us?" the man continued.
"Micah, no one feel
