INT. LIVING ROOM

A dark, drab space, each available surface groaning under a sacrificial casserole or baked good. The windows are concealed behind thick imitation-velvet curtains.

A group of darkly dressed people are talking quietly, solemn and joyless. Some look about to cry while others are already doing so, softly, into tissues. Through the open doors, more people can be seen milling about the house.

The focus of their sorrow: a coffin pressed up against the back wall, lid swung open.

RON, a young, well-kept man who is dressed in a nice, dark, suit enters the room. From the expressions of those who see him, he is obviously known.