Chapter 1692: ?Happy to send away

When everyone was almost there, everyone collectively arrived at the church near the cemetery through the door keys arranged in advance. After all, they learned in advance that they need to be active in the Muggle society today, so they are not wearing usual robes. , Dumbledore also turned out the three-piece suit of his youth and put it on.
When everyone was eating, drinking and chatting in the shop, Hermione was in charge of the front stop here.
The main reason is to deceive the pastor of the church into believing that the deceased was a devout believer, but he and his family and friends have always been abroad in the past. This time, he returned to his hometown, the embrace of the Lord.
In short, all kinds of round lies.
In fact, all wizards do not believe in God, and their catchphrases are often ‘Merlin’s beard’, but since they want to use the church’s cemetery, acting here is also necessary.
When people come, the ceremony can begin.
The pastor felt a little weird about the family members who participated in the ceremony, because the style of their clothes was almost 20 years ago, and many of them didn't even understand what ‘Amen’ meant.
When they held up the Bible, these people tilted their heads and stared at him. They didn't know what to do, and they had to rely on a few children to teach them.
If it were changed at another time, the pastor would have turned his face and drove people out, but this time it was different.
The relatives of the deceased donated too much money to the church. Even if the person in the coffin is the reincarnation of Satan, it must be buried behind the church!
The pastor opened one eye and closed one eye to continue the process. He thought he would be the protagonist today. As always, he would mainly speak for the funeral.
However, just after the relatives placed flowers in the coffin one by one, kissing the deceased’s white face as paper, after the beautiful pine coffin was covered...
The seven blacks who had been sitting in the back row suddenly stood up!
These people smile confidently, wearing black suits and ties, wearing black and white color matching shoes, the leader wearing a top hat, and the other six wearing boat caps, even with brown sunglasses in the room.
The pastor closed his eyes in pain, and then closed the Bible. He knew it was not that simple.
The leading black man seemed to be accustomed to such scenes, walked up to the pastor, and first drew a cross on his chest: "Praise my lord, can we take over next?"
The priest put the scriptures on the podium and lowered his voice: "From Ghana?"
"Yeah." The black man nodded with a smile.
The pastor smiled bitterly. There is no way. The sponsor has such a request. Everyone is a believer in God. What else can we do?
"He is yours."
Before 1957, the Republic of Ghana was also called the Gold Coast at that time. It was a colony of the British Empire. The colonists plundered all kinds of resources and slaves from there, traded them all over the world, and brought faith and English with them.
Although Ghana’s independence was compelled to be recognized later, and the Gold Coast slaves in the United Kingdom became free people, their cultural traditions still retain their old habits.
For example, there are various kinds of coffins. Ghanaians like to customize their coffins to have different appearances, such as looking like a car, looking like a big brother, looking like a Coca-Cola bottle, and so on.
As long as the deceased liked it during his lifetime, their coffin can be of any shape.
For another example, since ancient times, Ghana has had a custom of ‘happy funeral’. They believe that death is just a new beginning. The deceased is like going out alone, so those who are still alive must send their loved ones away happily.
Singing and dancing around the coffin, drinking and eating are the common procedures for funerals and funerals there. They were exquisite long before they became a colony on the Gold Coast, but they were later colonized by the British, so the funeral was integrated with some rituals of God's faith.
The pastor, as a professional counterpart, of course understood this, he could have participated, after all, according to Ghanaian customs, even strangers who wanted to jump along were welcome.
But when he is old, this is the Lord's residence again, so forget it.
"Amen."
The black man saluted with a skillful gesture, and then winked at the people behind him.
The six people dispersed instantly, grabbing the bottom of the coffin and exerting force, the big wooden box flew high and landed firmly on the shoulders of several people under everyone's attention.
The leading black man held the cane he had brought with both hands and posed a pose, and then the magical cheerful music came from the small speaker he carried with him, and several people sang and danced and went out carrying the coffin.
Only then did the priest notice that, except for a little girl covering his face, the relatives of the deceased were all very interested and eager to try.
Forget it, let's go through the process, go to the tomb and wait.
The professional team who walked out of the church seemed to have let themselves go. They began to carry the coffin and perform various fancy movements, such as turning the coffin up and down, or crawling on the ground while carrying the coffin, or even a few people were lying on the ground, Put it on your shoulders, then kick your feet upside down.
The speed of travel is very slow, stop and go, and keep dancing.
This funeral was originally such a process. In fact, dancing with the coffin was also the first attempt for them. Although they are professional funerals, in the past, only a few people carried the coffin and other people danced around the coffin.
But this time the employer had a special request to let them jump with a coffin. For this reason, they added a big price and even chartered a plane to pick them up.
The team leader felt that this business could be done, and dancing with a coffin was not difficult for a professional team like them. As long as everyone practiced with an empty coffin for two days in Ghana, it was completely grasped.
The music is cheerful and the sunshine is just right. The black people confidently raise their heads and their chests are straight and uniform.
Probing, panning, rotating, perfect!
Dumbledore, who followed behind the coffin, wiped his eyes and said emotionally:
"Ah, music and dance are moving all the time."
Sirius also burst into laughter. He nodded: "You are right, Principal, Regulus has always liked fun since he was young, and he will be happy today.
Flitwick has already twisted to the music of the black people. While learning to dance, he said, "Principal, if I die someday, can I still be given a Muggle funeral? I think my coffin will Relatively light."
"Good suggestion, Professor Flitwick." Dumbledore also learned to twist a few times and kept up with the music: "I think every professor who has taught at Hogwarts should be provided with such benefits. ~EbookFREE.me~ Snape didn't jump, but he could see his fingers shaking with the music, and the muscles on his face twitched as if he was restraining his laughter.
The Ron family danced, and it was the first time they attended a Muggle funeral. It was a novel but pleasant experience.
The people in the Order of the Phoenix are not familiar with Regulus. It all depends on Sirius’s contribution to the ancestral home as a base for the funeral. If it’s such a serious funeral, no one might cry, even You have to pretend to mourn.
It’s much better now, don’t cry or dance?
In this way, participating in the funeral again gave Sirius face, and he didn't have to pretend to be sad and felt awkward.
Everyone present was very satisfied. Although everyone didn't say anything, they thought in their hearts that Professor Wilson who helped organize the funeral was really a planner...
　　
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