Over seventy years after World War II’s Nazi Holocaust, then the killing fields of blood soaked Cambodia in the 1970’s, we now have more fossils to dig. But paleontologists don’t know these young bones. They are now found in the sand, dug up by yellow backhoes and pulled from the pit by busy peacekeepers. They were laid down on their back. Their hands behind their head. And shot one by one down the long line of the shooting gallery. Then kicked down a hole they had excavated with their sweat and fears minutes before it became their final place of rest.
But the dead never rest. They are restless. And so are the living.
So what Mass funeral should we pray to?