When you hang around museums and their interesting people, you hear some odd things. Most of these raise more questions than they answer.
Me to a fellow artist: "You have the best collection of mummified rats I've ever seen. Even better than mine."
At a folk museum: "We need your help. Everything seems to have gone wrong since a foursome, when the other couple left us this... we think it is cursed."
Over coffee: "You have to consider when the beheading happened. It's difficult to know if it was just before or after death, but if they were dug up to be beheaded a couple of years after death, you'll find the teeth left in the ground where the head originally lay."
Friend describing a child's response to her art: "You is creepy sick, Miss."
Faith healer to a skeptic browser: "Did you drain my crystals?"
On a behind the scenes tour: "And this bag of stuff behind the sink turned out to be the stomach contents of a Tasmanian tiger."
In a tea break: "That corpse cake looked delicious."
Back at the folk museum: "I hear you might need my help with a cursed object. I'm a man-witch."
At a conference: "Nowadays we don't need the giant jampots for boiling. I deflesh my skulls in the microwave."