There was a funeral procession and burial at the cemetery outside the monastery. When Peggy and I were walking back from the restroom to the car, we passed by the processional. A kind man gave us each a loaf of bread that was given to all participants. We were touched by our interaction

On the grey and rainy drive back to Moldova on Sunday we passed another funeral procession. When we looked out our window to see the mourners, we also saw the deceased lying on top of the casket, exposed to the elements, en route (we assumed) to the cemetery.