Seeing a dead body is so much different in a casket than it is freshly dead; real death has some substance, some kind of murky beauty to it. There’s the obvious things, such as the rigor mortise, the newly emptied eyes still trying to grasp at the last rays of light to cross their retinas, the organic positioning. Then there’s the aura of death, brilliance emanating from an entity where there were previously only choking embers, accompanied by your own awakening at witnessing the event. Surely, Full Story