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A story of laughter at my husband’s funeral

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In my case, I’ve never been scared, but at my husband’s funeral,
While I was in the middle of chanting, my husband’s spirit moved to the rhythm of the moktak.
I saw him knocking on Monk Chwi’s head.
Unable to bear it and bursting into laughter, my relatives’ strong
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I once underwent a psychiatric examination.

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