I lay down in my coffin at the funeral home. The lid was shut tight but I could still hear the priest carrying on the service. Minutes later he stopped speaking and I could hear nothing but silence. There I was thinking about what was going to happen next, somehow believing that I was going to come back to life in the flesh and blood. But then I realized that this was not to be and that my life had ended on earth and there was no way to go back to the present, unfortunately I would have to wait for my resurrection to happen at an undetermined point in the future. Until then all I could do was rest in my coffin.
The silence was soon broken by the sound of footsteps around me and then my coffin shook slightly and the lid opened. Once again I could feel the light of the room on my corpse. I looked straight up and could see the dome of the church and all of its paintings of angels. Then one by one I could see people pass by my coffin and look inside. There were faces that I knew and there were faces that I had never seen before. It was strange to see them looking down at me, as their facial features and skin sagged towards me giving them a grim appearance. Then slowly my spirit sunk through the bottom of my coffin as I separated from my corpse.
The benches cleared so I sat down and watched the mourners pass by my body. Soon the funeral home had emptied and I was left staring at my coffin propped up on the stretcher. The lid was still open and it was the first time I had ever seen my 99 year old body in the lying down position.
But the funeral home was not empty as I thought; several spirits still remained. I saw myself as a baby spirit for the first time. I was crawling on top of the coffin and looked inside at my corpse and then slipped inside. I then saw my spirit as a five old boy climbing up the side of the coffin for a peek at myself, shortly after my five year old self clambered inside. Then as a young teen I stood by my body, gazed inside for a second and moments later disappeared into the coffin. The procession of my spirits at various ages passed by my coffin. Every one of them took a look at myself and then climbed inside. I then realized that there were no more spirits of me left and I was the last one in the funeral home. I slowly got up and stepped over to the coffin and took one last look at my 99 year old body. I wondered what would happen next and where my subsequent destination would be. Only time would tell.
I then slunk inside my coffin, re-entered my body, rested my head on the plush pillow and made myself comfortable. Then the invisible hand of God closed the coffin lid and sealed my fate.