A macabre ménage inspired by Boccaccio's eulogy for ten raconteurs dying of the bubonic plague but really just an excuse to jibber jabber about the death of a funeral, star dementia, statutory immortality, the algorithmic assassination of a subculture, impotent architecture, headless demagogues, tips for the aspiring ghost fucker, doctors as a suicidal species and even death itself (the boring kind).
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