Leonardo da Vinci picture of the last supper

Leonardo da Vinci picture of the last supperLeonardo da Vinci original picture of the last supperRaphael Deposition of ChristGeorge Frederick Watts Pablo and Francesca
BURIED. THE ONES I MEET AFTER THEY'VE BEEN BURIED TEND TO BE A BIT OVER-EXCITED AND DISINCLINED TO DISCUSS THINGS.
Cuddy folded his arms.
'If I'm not going to be properly buried,' he said, 'I ain't going. My tortured soul will walk the world in torment.'
IT DOESN'T HAVE TO.
'It can if it wants to,' snapped the ghost of Cuddy.

'Detritus! You haven't got time to ooze! Get over to the Tower! Take some people with you!'
Vimes reached the loose . . .
'We can handle it, sir,' said Carrot. 'I've got men on the roofs, and—'
'Shut up! Stay here! That's an order!' Vimes fumbled in his pouch and hung his badge on his torn jacket. 'Hey, you . . . Pyjama! I need a sword!'doorway of the Great Hall with the Patrician over his shoulder and Carrot stumbling along behind him. The wizards were clustered around the door. Big heavy drops of rain were beginning to fall, hissing on the hot stones.Ridcully rolled up his sleeves.'Hell's bells! What did that to his leg?''That's the gonne for you! Sort him out! And Corporal Carrot too!''There's no need,' said Vetinari, trying to smile and stand up. 'It's just a flesh—'The leg collapsed under him.Vimes blinked. He'd never expected this. The Patrician was the man who always had the answers, who was never surprised. Vimes had a sense that history was flapping
Pyjama looked sullen.
'I only take orders from Corporal Carrot—'