A number of us attended Kuel’s funeral on Saturday (3 November 2007). We arrived at the cemetery around 1:30 where several tents were set up and several funerals were going on at the same time. We made our way to the tent in front of which Kuel’s casket sat. Inside the tent, family and friends were gathered singing to Swahili music that was being projected from a speaker on top of the funeral service van. The attire of people there was very mixed. Some wore suites, most men wore a button down shirt with slacks, some of the women had traditional attire, and some had t-shirts. The priest arrived by car, put on his robe over his button down shirt and slacks. He gave the sermon in Kiswahili and afterwards two men picked up the casket and everybody walked together with it to the burial site. As Kuel was being laid to rest, a woman came to speak with us. She was Kuel’s teacher and said she was very emotionally confused because that day one of her students was being married, and another one of her students was being buried. So often over the course of the semester I forget where I am, but this day was a clear reminder that this is Kenya.