The connection between sex and death is well known. If you want to muse on it further, there’s a pretty good article in the Encyclopaedia of Death and Dying. If you don’t, please don’t read the rest of this post. It’s dirty, you’ll think. Offensive. Come back tomorrow.
Which brings us, with a single bound, to bookplates. Why is it that so many bookplates incorporate a memento mori plus, often, an erotic bonus? I think I knew the answer once but, if memory serves, I have forgotten. Perhaps you can shed some light?
Over at the A Journey Round My Skull blog there are three fine collections of bookplates featuring death and, in some cases, sexy flesh. You can find them here.
From there it’s but a short hop to the Morbid Anatomy blog, where you can contemplate the fatal aftermath of too much masturbation. Here.