What is it about coffins? Boat-like, they suggest travel as much as they do an invitation to repose, with elegant lines and careful carpentry. They might be sealed against invading waters, at least temporarily, and, so enabled, float un-sinking upon such frightful rivers of archetypal memory and the mind as Styx and Acheron, allowing for navigation in the gray borderlands between life and death.
Indeed, a natural affinity between water and so-purposed wood is hard to miss and has been widely observed, with examples from literature rising prominently on the tide. Most conspicuous among them is Queequeg’s coffin in Moby-Dick, where the analogy is made explicit, as Ishmael, the book’s eloquent narrator, recounts:
“[Queequeg] called one to him in the grey morning watch, when the day was just breaking, and taking his hand, said that while in Nantucket he had chanced to see certain little canoes of dark wood, like the rich war-wood of his native isle; and upon inquiry he had learned that all whalemen who died in Nantucket were laid in those same dark canoes, and that the fancy of being so laid had much pleased him; for it was not unlike the custom of his own race, who, after embalming a dead warrior, stretched him out in his canoe, and so left him to be floated away to the starry archipelagoes; for not only do they believe that stars are isles, but that far beyond all visible horizons, their own mild, uncontinented seas, interflow with the blue heavens; and so form the white breakers of the milky way. He added that he shuddered at the thought of being buried in his hammock, according to the usual sea-custom, tossed like something vile to the death-devouring sharks. No: he desired a canoe like those of Nantucket; and all the more congenial to him, a whaleman, that like a whaleboat, these coffin-canoes were without a keel; though that involved but uncertain steering, and much lee-way adown the dim ages.” (Moby-Dick, Chapter CX)