ne by one on a scorching August afternoon, cars begin streaming in to the parking lot of the Sunset Cafe Bar & Grill, one of the few restaurants on the tiny, eastern Caribbean island of South Caicos. Their occupants — women in fluttering dresses, men in loose-fitting suits —emerge and file onto the restaurant's patio, where my friends and I have just ordered lunch. Within minutes, loud conversations and laughter fill the entire space. Members of the group skirt our table on their way inside, and we ask what's brought them all here as they pass. “A funeral,” says a burly man with a kind voice as he hands over a program from the service. He divulges more details: a young, aspiring musician; a party; too much to drink. This gathering, it turns out, is a post-funeral celebration of the young man's life. We offer our sympathy, and he wishes us well before heading inside to his friends.