Chicken John, Skippy and I dismantled a funeral parlor in Menlo Park as a side job one time. That’s when I learned that embalming tables are essentially body toilets and you should make sure the water is turned off before unbolting them from the floor.
Everything that wasn’t sold or donated to another parlor came home with us and Chicken set everything up at his warehouse for a free show about Death, featuring musicians, a professional embalmer, various performance artists and myself. The audience got to take home what they liked at show’s end, including what we later found out to be about $30,000 worth of seemingly worthless paintings.
Featured here is a poem I wrote which I felt was relevant to the occasion, originally written and performed for the DeYoung Museum’s nightlife program “Urban Exploration.”