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Jan:

This wednesday in manhattan
Lynne and I attended the kickoff party for HBO's Autopsy 6.

Lynne has styled for the series since it's inception. Dr.Baden the forensic pathologist
is the unlikely star. The new episode was compelling and gorey, especially in large-screen.

Tattinger flowed liberally, the shrimp was rubbery, but the cookies were thankfully great.

The show is in the same format as the previous 5, with an intro from Baden,
followed by murder case vignettes.

There was a grotesque salad of cases:

A severed hand floating in a lagoon leads to an overweight practitioner of
voodoo, and fashion victim.

A physician so in love with a patient suffering
and dying from Tuberculosis, that he lives with her corpse until they're
seperated by the authorites years later who discover her decayed,
perfumed, partially repaired remains, with beautiful deathmask and vaginal
tube intact. His love for was greater still it seemed, for when his own
corpse is discovered, many years later, he clasps a lifesized doll, wearing the
deathmask of his lost love. In this, her third and final death, she was still
very beautiful.

To these stories add a mass wife-murderer, and a homicidally jealous rodeo
queen, a night to remember.

The plan was to dine out after the preview party and stay in the city,
but a minor kidney stone attack (mine) prompted a hasty retreat.

Richard

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