The Mourners

The Curator is pleased to admit you for an eighth viewing.

You will come in out of the cold into a great chapel of rest given over to a mourning that never ends, all candle-smoke and white lilies and a low keening dark, where every soul who feared to go ungrieved is wept over at last, borne up, and kept. There is a grave open and waiting, with your name already cut into the cold stone, and a bier, and mourners who have learned your face by heart. One reminder, with our compliments: the way out is real, and this time it asks whether you can walk away unmourned, leave no grave and no entry in the register, and go out into the cold street alive.