How curious to visit Santa Maria sopra Minerva in Rome for the second time in July and find death all around me. How could I have missed it last year? Yes, I saw the famous tombs the first time around, but this time, it seemed skulls and bones were fairly jumping off the walls. Funny how the eye can look and not see, isn't it? As I stood there and took these photos, it occurred to me that American's don't have the dance with death that Italians of the 19th century had. Not by a long shot. No ornate tombs and extroverted reminders of the grim reaper for us. What do they have? Skulls and bones carved out of marble so exquisitely that you'd think they were the real thing from a few feet away.