A few weeks ago, I attended my first Spanish
funeral. It's the norm here that burial takes place within 48
hours. This is a custom which presumably has a lot to do with the
heat of the South and almost certainly dates back hundreds of years.
If there's to be a Requiem Mass, this takes place a week or two after
the burial.
As far as I'm aware, there's no such animal as a
Funeral Director in Spain. Nor a Funeral Home, where the body can
reside until the funeral takes place. In the UK the latter is usually
10 to 14 days after the death of the individual. Naturally, Spaniards find this
as remarkable was we find their burial within 48 hours. Especially as the
latter makes it impossible for far-flung loved ones to get to the
funeral.
Here in Spain, the body is take to a Tanatorio,
something about which I'd heard quite a bit but never experienced. To
foreigners, they're a bit of a shock, even if you're forewarned about
them.
A town may have just the one Tanatorio,
like Pontevedra, or it may have several, as in Santiago de
Compostela. They're usually large, single storey buildings located
near a cemetery and the one I attended was no exception. This is a
description of the place and what unfolded there:-
THE SPANISH APPROACH TO BURIAL
The Tanatorio was located in a bleak
industrial park and seemed to be one of 2 or 3 in the area. The
parking lot was large and only half-full. Despite this, a couple of
drivers had left their cars on the pavement. Presumably because it
was raining. So far, so Spanish.
On entering, you're struck by how much the place
resembles an airport departure hall.
You're confronted by a reception desk on your
right and the entrance to a pretty utilitarian chapel on your left.
Then come toilets and a café on your right and a flower shop on your
left. The café wasn't open but there was a drinks machine against one wall.
Hanging from the ceiling is a large TV, giving details of who
is in each of seven rooms to the left of the long, wide corridor
stretching ahead of you. I'm told that the resemblance to an airport departure lounge can be reinforced by tannoy announcements of who's coming and going.
But in our case there was only the TV screen, rather like those that
tell you which carousel your luggage is on.
Each of the rooms is about 20 metres square and
has its own toilets, and a couple of tasteful pictures on the walls. There's a glass-sided cubicle in one corner in
which the coffin and flowers are housed and illuminated at the time
advertised on the TV. This is usually one hour before the coffin is
taken out either to the cemetery, to the chapel or to the
crematorium.
Outside each room is a book of condolences on a small pedestal, next to a small notice ("tombstone") of who's in the room.
It's not at all unusual for family members to
spend 24 hours in the room allocated to their deceased relative.
Indeed, some see this as compulsory.
In our case, the coffin and flowers were scheduled
to be illuminated from 1pm to 2pm, when it would be taken to the
chapel for three readings and three pieces of music.
There's little by way of formality on these
occasions in Spain and no solemnity. Chatting among friends and
relations is the norm, usually in the corridor rather than the rooms.
Both the corridor and the room have sofas and armchairs. Essentially,
it's a social occasion.
The dress code is relaxed. It's not uncommon for
both men and women to wear jeans and in summer women don't hesitate
to wear short skirts and low-cut tops. Neither suits nor ties are
obligatory for men. There is almost no black worn. Northern Europeans
like me who did so were conspicuous in our customary mourning
clothes. Even the four attendants wore blue shirts and ties.
The coffin was moved at 2pm to the chapel. This
bore no sign whatsoever of any religion, except for what looked like
a (closed) tabernacle on one wall. After readings and music,
the coffin was moved from the aisle of the chapel to the crematorium.
No one accompanied it but one woman touched it as it left and another
leant and kissed it.
Then we moved out of the chapel, for the taking of
farewells - always a long process in Spain. I saw that a crucifix
had been re-attached to the wall and the 'tabernacle' had been opened
to reveal a picture of the Virgin Mary. A simple altar had also be
laid in the middle of the dais, ready for the next Catholic
ceremony.
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