Funeral Float

There are certain places where it would be good to go to die. New Orleans was one of the best, a parade of jazz music, dancing mourners. Or to have been a Viking, and go down in flames in your handcrafted boat. But it turns out that Taiwan is another splendid spot.

Today I looked out and saw a mini-blue farm pickup completely covered with a framework and plywood. It looked like a little kid crawling around wearing a cardboard box. The plywood was plastered with thousands of tiny yellow paper flowers. I thought it was the beginning of a parade, or a political float, or something advertising a new kindergarten… but it was a hearse. A heavenly, sunshine-filled hearse.

Why on earth do we do black?