Skulls and cross-bones are everywhere these days. Death is celebrated like a Mexican parade that streams across networks, crisscrossing the globe with brightly coloured banners of death. Car horns honk and bands play crazy marches full of soul and sweet remorse. Skulls laugh and bones pound the drums of war. The skies roar with fighter planes and rockets as bombs thunder below. Death dances to rock’n roll. Percussion pulverizes the hushed rhythms of living and breathing as wicked skeletons rip through flesh and blood with knives of hate. The dead seem all too happy to die again and again. Skulls and cross-bones are everywhere these days.