Phoenix Weekly Herald, January 30, 1896. For some reason France was a real epicenter for creative thinking about the problem of premature burial. Perhaps such regrettable mistakes were made more frequently there owing to that great nation’s distinct standards of personal hygiene. Anyway, this waiting room represents a pretty low-tech solution compared to some others I’ve seen: stick the stiffs on a couch and let ’em ripen until all ambiguity chokes to death on the smell.
But I love the tone of grand luxe surrounding this enterprise. I’d totally go see another Sex and the City movie if I knew it was going to include a classy, upscale joint like this.