As Tsunami Robbed Life, It Also Robs Rite of Death

Yet on this raw, wind-whipped Wednesday afternoon, Fujimi and Ekuko Kimura watched as a procession of soldiers unloaded the coffin of Taishi Kimura, husband and son, from the back of an army truck, and laid it with 35 others in a narrow trench, partitioned into graves with pieces of plywood.

It was the rudest of funerals for a family already shouldering unbearable grief. It fell to the Kimuras — later, after the soldiers left — to turn a mass burial into a poignant and graceful farewell.

In Japan, it is not normal to bury the dead, much less to lay dozens side by side in a backhoe-dug furrow. Cremation is both nearly universal and an important rite in an elaborate funeral tradition deeply rooted in Buddhism.

But across coastal northeast Japan, tradition has collided this month with mathematical reality. The number of dead and missing from the March 11 tsunami has climbed past 22,000, and in the small towns and rural villages where most people died, there are by far too many bodies to burn.

Highashi-Matsushima, a seaport of 43,000 people, has recovered 680 bodies since the tsunami hit, and nearly 500 more are missing and presumed dead. The town’s single aging crematory can accommodate but four bodies a day.

“If we burned all the bodies, it would take a very long time,” said the city spokesman, Takashi Takayama. “The bodies are being kept now in two places, and we’re concerned that they might decompose.”

So reluctantly, Higashi-Matsushima has resorted to burial. At least 10 other municipalities in the coastal disaster zone have either followed suit or are about to.

The town buried its first 24 bodies on Tuesday after securing permission from survivors. On Wednesday, a crowd of perhaps 100 mourners gathered at the incinerator property, a piece of vacant city land on high ground, for the second day of interments.

They were a diverse group. Many were evacuees, clad in donated clothes or the same jeans and sneakers they wore when they fled the tsunami. A luckier few were in formal shoes and black mourning dress.

They all worked from a common template: a wrenching tale of heartbreak and loss that varied only by names, relationships and a few degrees of bad luck.

Yasumasa Kyomo’s wife of seven years had heard the tsunami warning, and was rushing their 5-year-old son from kindergarten to take shelter on the second floor of their home. Her body was found on March 15. “The front window of the car was smashed,” said Mr. Kyomo, 52. “My son was swept away, and is still missing. If they had fled a hundred yards more, they could have escaped. It was a matter of a few minutes.”

Sachiko Saito’s 61-year-old husband, Fujio, was disabled. Her daughter Hiromi, 29, heard the tsunami warning and went to rescue him, but never reached his seafront home and is still missing. Her husband was later identified by the wallet found on his body.

“He tried to run away,” said Ms. Saito, 53. “But he couldn’t.”

And then there was Fujimi Kimura, 31, who was working across a river from her home, husband and two sons when the tsunami hit. The wave washed out all communications and the only bridge, leaving her stranded and unable to reach her family.

For four days, she contained the dread of her family’s fate by immersing herself in volunteer work at a refugee center. On the fifth, a boat ferried her across the river to the Yamoto town hall, where she found her husband, Taishi, also 31, on a list of the dead.

“The boys’ grandparents had gone to get the kids from school,” she said. “They took them to the second floor of our house, but my husband couldn’t make it. He was swept away in front of their eyes.”