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From officialgaiman

Five people have been detained in China for running striptease send-offs at funerals, state media say. The once-common events are held to boost the number of mourners, as large crowds are seen as a mark of honour. But the arrests, in the eastern province of Jiangsu, could signal the end of the rural tradition.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/5280312.stm

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kunoichi_chan
Aug. 24th, 2006 11:44 pm (UTC)
Everyone should have strippers at their funeral!
enkorvaks
Aug. 25th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)
Why? I will have a stripper factory in my heaven (as well as a beer volcano)!

In all seriousness, though, why are they being arrested now if this is an old tradition? Why weren't they arrested then? Did someone complain (other than prudish officials)?
kunoichi_chan
Aug. 25th, 2006 03:41 am (UTC)
*laugh*

Yeah, I don't get why it's now instead of earlier. Probably their government has only gotten up to squashing long standing traditions in the country now, I guess.

Either that, or the country is becoming Americanised.
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