A coffin in the dark

Yesterday at 17.30 I was waiting for the bus to go home from work.
It was already dark.

Several cars came down the road, one after the other, slowly.
The first car, black on the outside, had a white cross on the roof.
The cabin was lit and I saw a white coffin partly covered with wreaths of flowers.
After that first car, another eight cars passed, each with a small sign with a cross on the roof, indicating they were following the coffin.

Taking into consideration the hour, this would be the transfer from the hospital to the chapel with a funeral today or a few days later.

The procession in the dark nearly looked like a film to me. Unreal in some way.