Hindu monks are watching human corpses rot for the purposes of own de-framing. There is a story whereby a prince was following his lover on a forest path, and

Hindu monks are watching human corpses rot for the purposes of own de-framing. There is a story whereby a prince was following his lover on a forest path, and asked a monk on the side of the road if he saw a beautiful lady passing by, with lips like peaches, skin like sweet satin and breasts like melons (and whatever very lengthy description of the cultural beauty). The monk answered that he has not seen such a female passing by, but instead he saw passing by a human-formed sack made of skin, filled with phlegma, fluids, bones and flesh rot.