Same ritual for the living and the dead

Sad tears streaked my face
Which was odd because everyone was glad in this place
Laughter choked voices filled the air
As congratulations and prayers flowed freely as the drinks
The new born babe was wrapped and carried in swaddling clothes

Just the other day, when a lady was gone
Grief choked voices filled the air
And condolences and prayers flowed freely as the drinks
As the newly gone lady was wrapped and carried in swaddling clothes

It was then that realization hit
Propelling my mind to a turbulent spin
Same ritual for the living and the dead!