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Jun 28, 2019

How to Pick Bones (at a Japanese Funeral) in Japan

    In large family funerals, the crematorium aspect is very important and to most western folk, fairly bizarre. My in-laws thought it was strange when I told them that Americans who send their loved ones to be cremated receive the ashes at a later date.

                                                         How to Pick Bones (at a Japanese Funeral) in Japan photo
I've got a bone to pick with you! Cremated bones are significantly less cute than this, but similar in color.

    First, the family arrives and the coffin is ushered into a room where they say the final goodbyes. Then, the coffin is placed on a metal or stone slab and wheeled around to the incinerator chambers. A name plate at the side of the chamber door will tell everyone whose relative is inside so mix-ups are unlikely to occur. A crematorium worker will insert a key and start the combustion process.

    At this point, the family and guests will retreat to a large room on site and eat a meal provided by the primary family, usually through a bento-making company or other similar catering service. Around an hour and a half later, the family will be brought into the bone picking room where people will line up in order of importance and use long chopsticks to deliver the bones of the deceased into an urn provided. Sometimes this is done in pairs, with two people picking up the same bone fragment and delivering it together. In some areas, only the large bones are taken and the rest discarded. A lot of this is stuff a foreign mourner may only pick up by observing what others are doing or asking someone when they have the chance. If you're uncomfortable with this aspect, let your loved ones know, preferably before the burning.

    During my husband's paternal grandmother's bone picking, I was running after my then-two-year-old daughter. Children are usually excused from this and we also had a large turnout, so there were plenty of people to pick up the bones.

    With my husband's paternal grandfather's funeral, the group was limited to just four adults and one five-year-old to pick up every bone of the deceased. This is where having a funeral director in the family comes in handy. My husband asked the staff to assist after my father-in-law and mother-in-law picked up three separate pieces of femur together. Then my husband picked a few pieces by himself and my daughter volunteered to pick up one piece on her own and did so! I refrained mostly due to my own anxiety concerning accidentally sneezing/farting/burping/crying while attempting to participate.     
    As is custom in Shiogama, all bones were collected, big and small, and compacted with a wooden mashing device once before the final bits are added. This is apparently not the custom in neighboring Sendai. Facial bones and skull bones, at least in the case of my grandfather-in-law, were kept to the side by a crematorium staff member who placed these at the top of the pile in the urn before sealing it.

    As with many Japanese customs, it is important to be honest with the people you love and show your support however you can, even if it isn't picking through bones.

JTsu

JTsu

A working mom/writer/teacher explores her surroundings in Miyagi-ken and Tohoku, enjoying the fun, quirky, and family friendly options the area has to offer.


4 Comments

  • edthethe

    on Jul 4

    Oh I don't know if I would be comfortable doing that. It makes me sooo sad just thinking about it. Customs are such odd things. It is all about giving closer to living, and everyone shows their respects in different ways. I knew about bone picking in Japan, but never really thought about what that meant and how that would feel for those actually having to sift through the ashes of their loved ones. Thank you for sharing this

  • JTsu

    on Jul 5

    @edthethe I'm glad it could be helpful. Thinking about the bone picking from the outside, we usually only hear about it as a reason why you don't pass food chopstick-to-chopstick. It's completely different when you knew the person. When I didn't participate at the picking, I felt bad for not being helpful, but I was also feeling a bit faint at the prospect, so it was a better choice.

  • helloalissa

    on Aug 2

    I missed this article before! I had the bone picking experience for the first time last fall. A the time I just followed along as it was a tiny group of five adults and one child. We all lifted up a few of the larger bones in pairs. For whatever reason, I imagined that the bones would become much smaller, but they don't! What got to me was actually the sound of grinding the bones in the urn. It was pretty horrible considering I was already sad about losing my father in law. Afterwards my mother-in-law referred to the box containing the urn as "Otousan," which was also culturally different and sad.

  • JTsu

    on Aug 6

    @helloalissa I totally agree about the grinding! I still shudder when I think about it. I'm sorry for your loss. Also it sounds like you did a great job participating in the event. I'm still scared of sneezing in the ashes.