The nicest man I've ever known died a few months ago. My dad's eldest brother, a refugee from Bangladesh, who raised his seven siblings with sheer determination, kindness and very very little money, passed away after a short bout with cancer at the ripe old age of 82. I went to his funeral in Calcutta after many years of staying away, here's what I saw. It was not the dark filling my eyes And mouth appalled me; not even the drip Of rain like blood from the one tree Weather-tortured. It was the dark Silting the veins of that sick man I left stranded upon the vast And lonely shore of his bleak bed. ~ RS Thomas Woman prays to a wall A younger brother shares stories from his childhood and then stops abdruptly. The help watch TV The best friend. "I'm next but I've seen it all, and I'm ready" According to hindu beliefs, crows link the dead and the living. On the last day of the mourning rituals, crows are fed offerings so that they may carry it to the dead.