Imagine my surprise, therefore, when I learned that his father had died and was to be buried in a Catholic ceremony.
“I didn’t know your father was Catholic,” I said. “Neither did he,” he replied. “What?”
It turned out that my teacher friend had called his boss, the Jesuit President of the school, to tell him that his father had just died. Thirty minutes later, the Jesuit arrived at the family home and baptized the dead father! [Not Kosher at all.]
Given the employer/employee relationship in Japan at that time, my colleague and his family decided they’d better just go along with it.
The teacher’s poor father was baptized into a religion he knew nothing about when he was alive.
I do hope he wasn’t too confused when he went to heaven!