I’ve never been able to get the connection between sex and death. I once met an academic at a conference who was heavily into it, but in a visceral rather than a cerebral way, so it seemed. That there’s a whole psychopathology here is not in doubt. It’s passed me by, leaving me feeling emotionally gormless. Ah, well.
What about you? Test your lower nature, as time goes by, on the Jans in these two calendars, the first from Italian coffin maker Cofanifunebri (dig the groovy little sneaking skeleton), the second from Polish coffin maker Lindner (don’t miss the fab vid on the home page).