I can remember this door from the 1950s, when I was growing up here. Even old and cracking it is still beautiful with that screen. I loved the wooden screen door at my home when I was little and always got into trouble, because I loved to run through and let it slam. My mom always was onto me: “Quit slamming that door.” 
One of the first things I should have done when I bought the building was to put a new door into the back. That one lets in a lot of cold and hot air, it’s not sealed at all. 

When it was still a funeral parlor, the hearse backed in here and the body was unloaded. They put it on the elevator, which was inside to the right, and took it upstairs to the embalming room. The family chose a coffin from the display rooms next to it. There was a small room with baby coffins and a large room that had the adult coffins. Probably they kept them apart because the small ones are so sad to see. A lot of baby caskets were left in the building in their original wooden and cardboard shipping crates from the early sixties. I used the crates for building many things in here. 

That is a geocache I made out of a small scale salesman sample of a vault. The vault envelops and protects the coffin in the ground. There’s a big one upstairs in the large room, but this is just a small sample. The traveling salesman could show the funeral director he wanted to to do business with what the actual vault looks like. There were several of these samples scattered across the building when I bought it. They are pretty heavy. I used them all for different things. This one is waterproof, so it makes a great geocache. There is a bag of small trading items in it, for people who enjoy that game with their GPS systems.

Go inside to the back hallway, storage and display area.