Take a turn through the dusty catacombs; down the boneless corridor, past the vale of tears, towards the light and back to the void. In shadowed corners surprises wait, gravediggers play ‘martyr or wrong-un’ with disinterred skulls, portals to other worlds open through coffins amidst shrines to the Sturdy Virgin. Explore the coroner’s hovel, listen to the medium in the Garden of Remembrance… ignore the subtle scuttling and shifting mists of the graveyard.
Interact with our Death Masters- the sable-clad funeral director and his cornetto-cold smile, chat to our bereavement counselors, learn how to dig a grave assist with the writing of wills, eulogies and obituaries; what form should our sending off take? And what of grieving rites? Should we choose the cold austerity of Victorian repression? effusive displays of grief? or should we, in the tradition of the Aghori Ascetics, eat the cadaver? There are decisions to make before the end.
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