Some centuries were better at taming Death than others:
Many tried tying a leash around Death's throat,
Others made Death the leash,
Several tried to sport a necklace of Death,
And others used Death to lash together escape routes--made rafts of it.
Kutna Hora Ossuary is a record of man attempting all of these things. These last several images are from the renovations being done on the upper level of the church.
I adored it. In the 18th century, all of the bones were removed, white-washed, and carefully returned to their places. Who does that? I imagine some poor Czech Tom Sawyer sitting in a courtyard somewhere, quietly perfecting the finish on this tragic pile of 40000 (previously) deteriorating bodies.
The world is an absurd place. Some days make that more apparent than others.