A group of white-robed people carry a coffin on their shoulders through a crowd of the village’s residents. A priest and priestess, familiar-looking but difficult to place for all the make-up and plants bedecking them, give some sort of benediction over the corpse before leading people through the pavilion to the cemetery. There the body is lifted from the coffin and placed in an open grave. But it is a straw effigy, not a real body at all.
