The D-Word

 

At the Cincinnati Art Museum

 

I’ve never seen a dead person who wasn’t already embalmed and funeral-ready. The idea of being right there in the presence of a fresh corpse terrifies me. (I’m not crazy about open-casket visitations, either.) In fact, just thinking about writing about real-life corpses sent me running for a bag of potato chips, and I spent the last ten minutes eating them obsessively because everyone knows it’s easier to approach difficult subjects bolstered by potato chips....