When Eurydice explores the fullness of her death, I hope she will not be tempted to pursue her search beyond the doors of the post mortem room. The only fullness I ever encountered there related to the extraordinary pervasiveness & sweetness of the smell which arises from organs which are just beginning to decay. What strikes one otherwise is the emptiness of everything: the curious emptiness of abdominal & cranial cavities before their freshly sliced contents are returned to them. That & the determined vacancy in the facial expressions of those present. Scottie B.