"Come on in, we've been expecting you", a woman wearing mourning black tells me as she lays the table. I go in, of course: In the small room, two families are sharing a massive meal, the table laden with salads and grilled meat. "This runt here's to blame for the party, he told me he felt like a barbecue, so we got to work. We lost someone in the family recently. Have some more, try this one too. I knew you'd come. First a piece of meat fell off the grill. Then a beer spilled over. We figured, there you have it, the dead wants his share, so we knew a guest would show up to eat for him."