Cathedral

i started this poem but couldn't think of a good ending... your comments are welcomed :)

A cathedral filled with people is like a mind filled with doubt,
Mourning the death of a loved one whose flame has just burned out,
Carry the coffin to the grave; the bones say handle with care,
Suddenly you're scared of monsters hiding everywhere,
Kiss the relatives and send 'em off to a place that they call home,
Their relationships and problems greet them when they are alone....

Ojay, so now i need an ending..
any comments or suggestions are welcomed.