I wish I could remember the name of the book, Lighter, it is a beautiful story. Sad because he's passed away but his widow makes some really beautiful friendships as she searches for him; at one point a nomadic family let her live with them and she becomes very close to their children, which was lovely as she didn't have her own. And it was written by someone who heard tell of the lady while traveling and she managed to find people who knew her and build the story up. I think when strangers are so moved by a story that they go to the trouble of writing it about someone they never knew that it's very special and forms a connection between them, even if they ever meet.
Sorry, Hops, didn't mean to make it morbid, I find the idea of sky burials so beautiful that I forget not everyone feels the same. I think it's partly to do with that Buddhist view of life as a cycle, so death isn't the end. You just change your human form so the previous one isn't needed. I find the idea of a person just dissipating like that really peaceful. It's very different from the way we tend to see death here, I think. But sorry to be morbid about it xx
