Last night was the Ghost Festival here in China. Per Buddhist tradition, this was the day when the dead are allowed to return to the realm of the living. Anyone with an ounce of wisdom prepared a repast — after all, an angry spirit can cause a lot of havoc for a family.
These days, the Festival is chiefly symbolic. For some, it is a reminder that it’s better to be alive than dead. I’ll add to that — it’s only better to be alive if you’re not obsessed with death.