DEATH MASK
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Oh my goodness!
ReplyDeleteI knew about that and am glad we have moved on.
ReplyDeleteI hope no one makes a mask of me!
ReplyDeleteThere is a British TV series ( supposed to be a comedy) about families taking photographic portraits with their dead family member.
ReplyDeleteArrrgggghhhhh! I'm with River!
ReplyDeleteI'm enough to scare anyone now, without having a death mask made! :)
I'd heard of this, and am also glad it's not done any longer.
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