There are too many of those today But no one seems to care anymore. Those tube take you nowhere except maybe purgatory who knows anymore. Do they tell the story of life that bloomed with youth and vigor? Does it share the scars etched into the feeble flesh? Can it transmit all the challenges you overcame battles won in God's name? Does it say anything about the remains it contains? Can it truly mirror the pain never to be seen again? That bag contains what time has wrought But it can never contain ones soul.