Death guards the Crypt of Lord Arkayn, his scythe ready. From the mouth of the skull in his right hand pours forth the spiritual ether of a prior client.

A closer view of the crypt and the fountain of Death. It's my yard's "water feature." While You Were Out, eat your heart out!

The nameplate for the crypt. It's really foam insulation, not cast bronze. But, damn, it sure looks good!