I know, a presidential memorial seems like a silly inclusion, but you have to admit that that’s a rather … macabre? presentation. Especially when you realize how small the interior of the monument is, basically you walk in the door and kapow! Caskets.*
And when you walked up all umpty-freakin’-hundred steps outside in a fine gray November mist that kicks your asthma up to 11, and you’ve taken three or four hits off of your inhaler already and really just want to make it in the door so you can catch your breath only to see immediately, kapow! Caskets!* It really catches you off guard and amplifies the wiggins that much more. Especially when you realize you’re completely alone in there. And your steps are echoing.
Voltaire – When You’re Evil
Cliff Richard – Devil Woman
Nick Cave – Red Right Hand
* yes, I know, actually sarcophagi.