Just metres away from where the coffin was discovered was something else which, if dug up in the garden, would probably be thrown away - a squashed, grey pot, hand-moulded, not made on a wheel, and with a crude decoration of lines and punch-marks.
Yes, it was as if an entire generation of Americans consented to hopping aboard a giant hamster wheel of accumulation, all striving toward the imaginary objective of acquiring enough stuff and a pot of money big enough to sustain a comfortable level of consumption through to the grave.