And then we marched around grandma's temporary resting area three times.
Finally we departed the burial area with me, the oldest son of the oldest son holding some sort of bucket. And when we were headed back to the farmhouse, this thing was sitting in front of the previous funeral pyre.
During a break about 2/3 through the first day's 8 hour session, I was sitting and asking my Dad, "So Dad, are funerals like this in the countryside so complicated?" He replied, "Oh no. Your grandfather's was even more complicated than this."