Abusua dɔ funu, “the family loves the corpse”: who are our expensive funerals really for?
Its coordinates: 6.7 Social Ontology · 6.15 Philosophy of Social Science · 6.31 Philosophy of Culture
We buried my mother's cousin in September. The funeral cost more than our household makes from the farm in a good year, and the family will be paying it off past the next harvest. There were printed cloths with her face on them, a band, canopies, food for hundreds. She spent her last two years in one room, and few of the people who came had visited her there.
We have a proverb for exactly this: abusua dɔ funu, the family loves the corpse. People say it with a bitter smile.
I don't want only to complain. The funeral is not just for her. It is how the lineage shows itself, how debts of respect are paid back, how the dead are sent properly to the ancestors. Gyekye writes that in Akan thought a person is born into a community and its obligations. A funeral is one of those obligations made visible.
But I keep asking: if the honour is for the living, can we be honest about that? And if it is for her, would she not rather have had some of the money while she was alive?