I suppose I’ll start

I suppose I’ll start by telling you what we did to my grandmother: we cocooned her first in several padded quilts and then in the old horse blanket that Thomas had been brushing clean the entire afternoon; we fastened a rope as thick as my fist around her shoulders, her chest, down her legs and tightly around her ankles, winding it again and again to ensure it was secure; at her head and at her feet we positioned two candles, and when they were lit, it looked like silk-threaded wings were breaking out of her sides and rising up and down against the light.
[excerpt from Suki Lee’s Go Through the Waves]