Confronting Mortality: Exploring funeral traditions in western Georgia

Death is the final social experience we undergo as human beings. Yet, confronting death remains one of the greatest taboos across numerous cultures. We often attempt to conceal it at all costs, averting our gaze when life confronts us with its presence. 

I distinctly recall the moment I realised my relationship with death differed from that of others. It was while sitting in a Southeast London pub after finishing my lectures, when one of my English friends recounted his trauma from witnessing the slaughter of chickens during his travels to West Africa. As he spoke, memories flooded my mind of holding chicken heads as a child during my summer holidays in Sighnaghi, while my grandmother peacefully prepared dinner. It dawned on me then that death, as a concept, was a familiar companion to me, unlike my English peers.

Following my grandmother's passing, I embarked on a journey through the photo albums and notebooks she left behind. Tucked away in the back of a thick family album, I discovered a black envelope. Black envelopes often hold secrets, so I promptly opened it, revealing a photograph of a deceased girl lying in a coffin adorned with flowers, with three women standing beside it. Among them, I recognized my great-grandmother, Mariam. The back of the photo bore a note: “Our third sister, Ira.” This image began to haunt me. Clearly taken by a professional photographer hired by the family for the funeral, I pondered why they chose to capture this moment and why my grandmother had kept the photo for over 70 years. It struck me that my grandmother's family was not alone in their practice of preserving memories of death. Numerous post-mortem pictures are archived at the National Archive of Georgia, illustrating that death is a communal event, not merely a private ordeal endured by individual families.

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