Eyes of the Underworld: Spec-fic

The bodies were skinned before she saw them. She had no part in that. Still, she shuddered a little as they lay stone cold on their slabs, their arms crossed in mockery of the expression of peace that the legal dead were laid out in. These corpses' eyes could never be closed. Not with their eyelids carefully cut away from their faces to allow the rich dead to have extras, eyelids to shield themselves from the terrible sights of the paths of the underworlds, the sights that could lead one to be born insane or mutilated into the next world. The sights that could make one a visionary or a seer or a poet, some said, but none wished to risk it. The odds seemed higher that one would--

Inspiration: The last line of a story that I was reading elsewhere, involving skinning people.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: High potential, at least for setting. I like this sort of creepy underworld mythos.