"I'm really dead, so what am I now?"
stammered Grandpa.
"Yes, you're really dead, you're a soul now."
Grandma looked at her grandfather's soul with teary eyes and said.
Grandpa's soul floated there without a sound, and after a long time, I heard my grandfather sigh lightly: "Alas, death is death, don't everyone want to die, old woman, old man, I will ask you one last thing."
"Say it, old man" "I hope that after cremation, you will scatter my ashes in the sea, and stop buying a cemetery, which is expensive and occupies space."
Grandpa's soul looked at my grandmother and said to me.
At this moment, the staff in charge of the farewell room knocked on the door and walked in, and when the grandmother saw that someone had come in, she immediately closed her mouth and stopped talking.
"Why haven't you changed the deceased's shroud yet, hurry up and wait there in the morgue," the staff urged.
"Okay, let's change," the grandmother agreed.
Grandma gave me a look, motioned me to go out and call everyone in the family, I looked back at my grandfather's soul, my eyes were blurred, and my heart turned sideways and walked to the door: "Uncle, you can come in." ” All the family members entered the house, and the women all walked over to see Grandpa's body, and then turned around and went out to wait, and the men began to clean up and change Grandpa's life clothes, and Grandma asked me to go out and wait, and she kept watching Grandpa inside.
After everything was sorted out, the eldest uncle was the eldest son, and he used an uninjured arm to carefully push the stretcher bed out of the door, and the aunts wanted to reach out to help, but they all let the uncle block back, and slowly pushed the stretcher cart alone and walked to the morgue Everything here in the hospital has been done, and the next thing is to start preparing for the funeral, everyone went back to the grandmother's house and began to discuss the funeral in three days.
The whole family was surrounded by a sad atmosphere, and a kind of oppression was felt in the air, the lonely figure of the grandmother sat on the bed without saying a word, and the uncle and aunt all looked sad.
I sat down next to my grandmother and whispered: "Grandma, you have to call the shots about grandpa's funeral, no one in the family dares to speak, if you don't speak again, what can you do?"
Everyone looked at Grandma and I, waiting for Grandma to speak, Grandma's shoulders moved, and she sighed lightly and said: "Boss, you go to prepare the things in the mourning hall, the second and third are ready to help, the fourth and fifth are the two of you to buy white cloth for filial piety, and black yarn." ” Grandma finally spoke, everyone hurried to prepare things, everyone and a few uncles and my father, soon set up the mourning hall, grandma asked them to put the mourning hall downstairs on the side, the small mourning hall at home only let the family guard.
A few aunts and my mother bought white cloth, pulled the strips of cloth and tied them around their waists, they wore black yarn directly, and our children in the next generation wanted to wear red on top of the black yarn.
The old neighbors all worshiped in the mourning hall downstairs, followed the white seal, and the eldest uncle, as the eldest son, knelt in the mourning hall below, wearing linen and filial piety to return the salute.
From the death of my grandfather to the first seven souls, the incense of the mourning hall at home cannot be broken, and the mourning hall downstairs was withdrawn after three days, and everyone returned home to guard, and at night when everyone was tired and fell asleep.
Grandma stood in front of the mourning hall, gently wiping the portrait of grandpa with a small handkerchief, and whispering to the photo. aa2705221: