We are reading the first page in a thriller that will end either in resurrection or the death and burial of an entire industry as we know it today.

You can have either the Resurrection or you can have Liberace. But you can't have both.

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney's Funeral Home in Motley. They'll be planting her tomorrow.

Death is my companion, resurrection my goal, how to escape this hell I'll never know.

When we bury the old, we bury the known past, the past we imagine sometimes better than it was, but the past all the same, a portion of which is inhabited. Memory is the overwhelming theme, the eventual comfort.

Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.