Just a short story from this morning in class.
One of the girls was absent because her grandmother passed away and today was the funeral. Of course, when the other kids in class heard of that it started a conversation about funerals.
One of the boys looked thoughtfully at me and said, “Miss, my grandma died some time ago. But we didn’t bury her. She was smoked.”
Amidst fits of laughter I was finally able to explain to him that “smoked” was not the right word to describe a cremation.