It was a special day, auspicious in all the calendars. Some of the bodies were rather fresh, some had been waiting for some time, kept in spices. (The smell of grilled chicken was out for a long time afterwards.) It was a happy day for everybody concerned - the grief was almost forgotten and had been replaced by pride: you are one of those who can afford to go up in smoke. On this day, you get an animal to take you to the heavens, depending on your caste, except if you are of the lowest caste by birth.
