Congratulation! You’ve just hit one of the tough spots in my culture. First, it’s compulsory that you visit your ancestors’s graves during New Year’s Eve, like you come to “invite” them to join New Year. In my family we have to visit ancestors of three generation (I don’t know about other families though, but I think they are similar). We have to visit all of them in one morning. Each visit goes like this: you give a person food, pray for them, wait for some time (maybe to get them to receive their food and greet us), then leave. Not to mention we also have to pay some respect for the people belonging to several other branches of the family tree (who happens to be grouped in the same spot) and the “neighbors” too, if possible. For some reason they were all buried in the same cementery, but they are all over the place, so walking around is a pain. It doesn’t help that the cementary isn’t like what you see in America. It’s huge, kind of messy and the ground is rough. And even before that visit the alpha males of the family have to go do some “clean up” for all the graves to prepare for the big visit.
And then there is also the death ceremony. Each year we have to have a ceremony on the day each ancestors die. Sometimes people have to go pay the ancestors a visit and clean up (I’m not sure about this though, sometimes we do it and sometimes we don’t). This time the whole family doesn’t necessarily have to go, just the alpha males. More praying and more cleaning. You can see my culture care a lot about dead people.
I don’t visit anyone alone though. The cementery is just too far away (in another town) and riding there is a bit too dangerous. Beside, everyone already has their altar right in my grandma’s home. When you have to do something for a long time and in an exact order without fail, you start to think of it as a chore. Not to mention I don’t know most of the people I visit. I prefer to visit voluntarily.