CHAPEL 447-4180, 1600 Melrose Ave Where do we go when we die? Will anyone come to my funeral? Does the body rule the mind, or does the mind rule the body? At Chapel, the cavernous lounge that graces the onetime site of the Butterworth Funeral Home, you can ponder these and other unanswerable questions while twirling a dainty lavender martini and lounging on a cool, pillowy leather settee. Candles line the staircase to a barely lit balcony overlooking a marble bar carved from--what else?--the stone from the former mausoleum, set in what was once literally a chapel. Who knew death could be so sexy? ERICA C. BARNETT