I want your skulls

Today's special guest blogger: mike

the other day we went to the Catacombs, which are something like 20 meters below street level of Paris, where they put about 6 million skeletons that they had to dig up in the 1700s. i have to say, one of the coolest places i've ever visited.



i was kind of expecting the place to be really touristy and never allow you to actually get close up to any of the bones, but hell no. the path just runs right through the middle of the whole thing for probably a mile of bone walls so that you can get right next to them, touch them, and disturb their eternal rest.



probably my favorite part is when you get to the end, a guy checks your bags to make sure you didn't steal any bones.. when we got to that guys, he had a table with several small bones, a femur, and a skull. probably from some rebellious Parisian scamps.



i wish i could say this view of death gave me some kind of new lease on life, but really, it's just amazing seeing the craftsmanship of whatever necromancer they got to build huge solid bone walls that last 250 years. also, it was fun to imagine what kind of hilarious music we could have made if we had brought xylophone mallets with us.

"Gotta have you on my wall
Gotta have you on my wall, cause
I want your skulls." -G. Danzig