A soft boiled sod and eldritch pantomime

I don’t think that the idea of a death mask would make us less afraid of death, more comfortable with it. Cold putty on cold but clammy inanimate skin, the curve around the nose and the closed eyes. Those who support it say otherwise. And maybe own part of the death mask company. It’s not a grift, necessarily, to try to sell a meal a few minutes before sitting down to eat one’s own cooking.