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I have been lost in a rather strange thought today. Why are coffins and caskets so beautifully made? I mean, really think about it. Some are made from expensive wood, finely polished, beautifully upholstered, decorated with elaborate handles, ornaments and finishes. There are coffins costing hundreds of thousands and others running into millions. And apparently, when choosing one, we can actually look at a coffin and decide: "No, this one isn't fine enough." Fine enough for where? Underground? 😂 I don't mean this disrespectfully. I understand dignity in death. I understand giving someone you love a decent final resting place. But I am genuinely fascinated by the economics and logic of making the container itself extraordinarily expensive and beautiful when its destination is six feet beneath the earth. Who is the beauty for? The person inside cannot admire it. Nobody visits a grave six months later and asks to see how beautifully polished the coffin still is. Nobody digs it up after five years to admire the upholstery. Nobody gets to enjoy the craftsmanship again. Once the earth covers it, that is essentially the last time anybody sees this thing we may have spent millions acquiring. And then nature takes over. Wood is organic. Eventually moisture, microorganisms, soil conditions and time begin doing what they do. How quickly a wooden coffin deteriorates varies enormously depending on the type of wood, treatment, soil, moisture, temperature and burial conditions. There isn't even an honest universal number one can attach to it. But eventually, that beautifully polished wood doesn't care how much we paid for it. The soil certainly doesn't know the difference between the ₦200,000 coffin and the ₦5 million one. And somehow, that is the part my mind cannot leave alone. Imagine ₦3 million. There are two possible places for it. Part of it can purchase a simple, dignified coffin and the rest remains above ground. Or almost all of it can purchase an exquisite coffin that disappears underground a few hours later. Which one honours the dead more? Because imagine the person being buried could sit up for five minutes and participate in the decision. "We have ₦5 million. We can spend most of it buying you this magnificent casket, or buy something modest and give the rest to your wife, husband, children, parents or whoever you have left behind." What do you genuinely think most people inside those coffins would choose? That is what gets me. A man dies and leaves children behind. Perhaps school fees are waiting. Rent is waiting. Food is waiting. Life is waiting. The people he loved are still here, confronting tomorrow without him. And we can take millions that could make their lives slightly easier and quite literally put those millions underground beside someone who no longer has any earthly use for money. Then we call the expensive option honour. Maybe it is. I don't know. I am just thinking. But I wonder whether somewhere along the way we confused the dignity of burying someone well with the price of what we bury them in. Because surely dignity doesn't have to mean luxury. And perhaps the strangest part is this: If I bought a ₦5 million piece of furniture today and told you I was going to admire it for six hours, carry it outside tomorrow, dig a hole, put it inside and cover it permanently with soil, you would probably think I had lost my mind. Change the furniture into a coffin... and suddenly the economics make cultural sense. Interesting, isn't it? Maybe the dead deserve our honour. But sometimes I wonder whether the greatest honour we could give them is not an expensive box beneath the ground... but making sure the people they loved can live a little better above it.