With my love of cemeteries, it’s no surprise that on our vacation to Key West last fall, I dragged my husband through the town graveyard. Like most American cemeteries, we saw mostly basic, bland headstones with a few surprises.

Including…her. She’s bound at the wrists, her head tossed back in ecstasy. Of course, she’s well-weathered so I may be misinterpreting her expression, but in any case, I didn’t expect to find so much sexy on our walking tour. Of course, we went straight to the map and printed tour guide of the cemetery, but they had no information about why she sits there.

Is this piece of funerary art reflective of the life and times of the man below the stones? What does this BDSM angel say about who he was?

My fondest wish for him and whomever he encountered is that they all enjoyed the ever-loving heck out of themselves while they were on this planet. And, frankly, there are few places as suited to a life of hedonistic pleasure as Key West!