Instead, we were invited to go to a funeral of our coworker's grandmother. She was 99 years old and had been ill for sometime. She was also a Christian, so I think her funeral wasn't the typical Khmer Buddhist service.
Now in Cambodia, you always know when a funeral is taking place, because every funeral plays the same type of sad, mournful music. The funerals are held at the family's home. The body usually is inside the house, available to view if the family and close friends wish to. The grandmother's body at today's funeral had already been put into a coffin, which was covered in blinking Christmas lights and garlands of paper flowers. We went in, talked with the family a bit, then sat down to a full meal. Apparently we had just missed the pastor sharing a few words about the deceased. At the end of the meal, everyone is expected to give the family a small gift of money to help cover the costs of the funeral. I think that would be a good tradition to implement in the States!