"Full of Sound and Fury"

Life may be absurd, but in Belize and the Caribbean, death merits communal traditions. On the ninth night after a person’s death, food, stories and drumming are part of a celebration, where the spirit of the deceased passes, and mourners ritualistically encourage the dead to leave the world of the living and rest in peace. (Photo from Belizean Journeys)

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury

Signifying nothing.

Macbeth soliloquy (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)