Rest In Peace... With Lasers, Smoke, And Synthesizer Music

A tearful widow places a final chrysanthemum in her husband's casket, then climbs onto a platform behind the coffin while a Buddhist monk recites prayers up front. Suddenly, the funeral-hall lights dim, synthesized music blares, and pink and green laser lights pierce billowing dry-ice smoke to form the outline of a tunnel tilting heavenward. Trailed by family members, the platform is wheeled 50 yards before disappearing in clouds and a blinding flash of orange light. "This is very strange," mutters one mourner. "Wonderful!" breathes another.

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