by Felicity Johnson
A telephone conversation with a friend a few weeks ago centred around her attendance at a funeral of the friend of her parents in Curacao. The late gentleman's daughter was a member of parliament there, and what utterly amazed my friend was that although the daughter's parliamentary colleagues attended the funeral, (as my friend said) "if you didn't know, you wouldn't know who they were”.
Bahamian funerals have become something of a spectacle - one of the places to be seen, a veritable fashion parade, and a who's who of profiling and strutting. In fact, they have often become everything but a respectful remembrance of the dearly departed, and with all of the window dressing it is easy to overlook the main purpose of the occasion - so caught up have we become in all of the trappings of our public display of self importance.