It's just like a lovely satin bed. Nicer than your bed at home.

'cept there's a lid on this bed. And once it shuts – it don't open no more. What kind of an idiot wouldn't put a handle inside here? Your friends lift you and take you somewhere – surely to the locksmith to get this contraption open. Nope. Now they're setting you down, and down, and down. What the hell is that!? Smells like earth. Earth hitting the lid. Earth surrounding the sides. Earth closing in on you. And what comes with earth? Worms and flesh eating bugs. That's right. Keep screaming.

I'm sure the mourners aren't already back at the parking lot...