When I was asked to receive the Requiem as a Requiem, I died.

Why are they doing? What are they doing? What are they doing? How much is the cost? Questions for curious people.

Back in adolescence, there were all kinds of things that hurt and died.

My father and I saw that leaving would be bad, so I took him to the monk to exorcise fate.

Up to the pavilion, saw people sitting full of women, men, mostly of working age and old age, received a tray with incense, candles, candles written in their names, and many other things, unrecognizable because they didn't remember. There was a strings tied to everyone's tray. When smooth, everyone always raised the tray, praying according to their needs, and listened to the monk pray.

The ceremony began. In the foreground, there were two or three coffins of known size. Everyone who was called by name would sleep in a coffin covered with paper or some calico, lying in the coffin, holding a candle of flowers.

And close your eyes. The atmosphere in the coffin is remembered to this day. Anyone who can feel the fear. Loneliness. The coffin is flanked by the arms. The pillow is flat. The hand is tied with a string next to the candle incense flower. What kind of sight have you been to?

When everything is ready, the monk covers the coffin with a cloth, making it even more frightening in the coffin.

This visit was frightened and made you realize that we came alone, that we had to go alone, that when we left, we had to find something more frightening, that what we had created was our gift.

Oh, with everyone, with everything that's happened, we can leave in peace.

Note - I don't know what kind of ceremony they do because they're young, don't remember, remember, but when they feel scared.