Love this paragraph.
"The sun entered the tomb of Lazarus. His putrid corpse lay in grey grave-clothes in a slime-pool of foul decay that drizzled from the shelf of rock. The face protruding from the grave-clothes was grossly bloated and black. Greasy slippages of the skin marked the holes in his cheeks and forehead where fat, white maggot-worms fed, squirming in the holes they had eaten into him. These fat, white worms also filled one of his eye sockets and churned a thick, pus-like substance that foamed in the open sore that had been his mouth."
Sleep well.
From "Under Tiberius", Nick Tosches
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