Let me tell a sermon I heard a few years ago on Easter Day.
A young child was in art class, and the teacher assigned a project due at the end of the week: Take an egg, and decorate it to express what easter means to each of you.
So when it was time to submit the project, some kids arrived with various works of art. One colored it with bright colors. Another put a few colored eggs in a basket with a plastic Easter Bunny. So many various ways to express the art.
One kid brought in an empty eggshell, no colors, nor design, nothing. Just a hollow eggshell. The teacher punished the child. The child said, "Well that is what Easter means to me! When they went to visit the tomb, it was EMPTY!"