I don't want to follow death and all his friends....

Little visit to the Capuchin Catacombs in Palermo.  Walking through cool, dark, underground halls with many hundreds of corpses wasn't nearly as creepy as it sounds- although Trudy and I couldn't help but wonder how much someone would have to pay us to spend the night there alone in the dark, keeping them all company.

Some were little more than skeletons covered in clothing.  But others were fascinating with very very old leatherlike flesh still on the bones along with hair and teeth.  They were divided among the halls.  Some for only women, some only children, others must have been upperclass because they had very nice clothing on and many others were clergy and high ranked military.