Anatole strolled through the tomb, reading the inscriptions on each white marble pillar, slowly but with satisfaction.
"Napoleon Bonaparte, truly a great Emperor," he mused.
After a long while, having finished reading about the life of the one entombed, Anatole gave a candid assessment, "He deserves to be reborn, and he should be reborn. Lying in a narrow coffin is not befitting an emperor..."
Running his palm over the lacquered red coffin, Anatole nodded in agreement and gently raised his arm...
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
One by one, the rivets flew, and the coffin layers opened; the outer sarcophagus made of red granite was the first to lift, followed by the second layer, a white iron coffin lid, and then the heartwood coffin lid...
Counting the exterior red granite sarcophagus, Emperor Bonaparte's boat-shaped coffin had seven layers, symbolizing his supreme glory and power.
