The room felt mournful, possibly because I was at the most modern funeral in the world. White marbel glittered and the walls shone with electric yellow and orange. But the ecletic style took nothing away from the sunlight streaming through the windows. However, these were not the things I noticed. On the ceiling were oval-shaped plexi-glassed covered light fixtures. There were bunches of them all above me. Someone was leading me around the room and when they talked about a certain person that had passed the light glowed and dimmed, blinked on and off. When the light penetrated the see-through cover, inside were tassles of hair and what looked like momentos of a past life, photos, scattered ashes. Instead of burying and forgeting the dead in the ground or covered in a vase their remnants were out in the open, for all to see and admire. The narrator told me various stories and showed off numerous coffins.
Then she led me to mine.