Singing Home

In Hagen today I came across an open top truck driving round town with thirty or so people  crammed onto the back all singing beautifully at the tops of their voices. As they passed the crowds on the street stopped for a while and watched the truck go by in silence.
It was explained to me that someone had died and his family were singing him home. The deceased had died in the hospital in Hagen the extended family came into to town to pick up the body, which was on the truck with them, and took him home to his village to be buried, loudly singing his praises all the way.
It was a strangley moving experience and seemed a glorious way to say goodbye to a loved family member.