Victory led to Lincoln’s assassination at Ford’s theater, with the satanic effigy of John Wilkes Booth crouched outside the box door, ready to spring into action like an arch-villain, and to the other side a sedate Lincoln and company, sitting in their theater box enjoying the play. A crack of gunfire – over and over again – took us to the moment of death, a map of the trail his coffin took back to Springfield, and a vast darkened room, where a reproduction of his coffin lay in state, recreated for all eternity amidst faux columns and silk lilies.
Relics of the funeral, from a rosebud that lay upon the coffin and flags to tickets to see the coffin were displayed as you exited this area to the reliquary of the Lincoln Family artifacts, carefully conserved under glass; Mary Todd Lincoln’s photo album, a small brick of a book, closed for all eternity on display; letters penned by family members on browning paper and fading ink. In the center were relics of Lincoln himself, one of three top hats known to exist that he is known to have worn; this one had the worn fingerprints where he would doff it to passer-byers. A pair of worn white riding gloves, used and given away as a gift to someone, and one other insignificant item.
Mum was overwhelmed and worn out by this, and thoroughly enjoyed it.