In the past millenniums, thousands died building the pyramids; few enjoyed being berried underneath, thought they will be resurrected in what they created as a rewarding next life.
In the present, few build ''the personal luxurious pyramid'' for billions to be berried in for the next life.
The future must not contain the term pyramid, because one's body is the only shelter for life, death, and resurrected life.
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