In Madagascar, the Dead Are Dug Up so They Can Party With the Living

Music, food, and love are poured into the Famadihana festival

I’I’m teetering on the roof-edge of a concrete tomb. The air is filled with the scent of sweat and rum, and I’m being jostled from all sides by excitable, dancing men, hollering announcements in Malagasy to the surrounding crowd of two or three…