A procession, accompanied by bagpipes, tom-toms, and fifes, emerges into an alley of palm trees. Children lead the way by sowing flowers; monks in orange togas walk under parasols fanning themselves with coryphas leaves and a whole crowd surrounds the funeral car surmounted by a pagoda garlanded with jasmine and wisteria. Then come a number of gifts of all kinds, offers from relatives and friends who accompany the deceased to his final resting place. These offerings, following a poetic belief of these people, mean that beings do not die. They live again to hatch with the pale lotuses, to bloom with the flowers in the kiss of the sun.

Source: Pathé Freres - Translated