Weaver's collection acts a prolonged meditation on death and the ever-present role it has on living. In these pieces the living play among the dead, reveling in death at times, and perhaps most importantly they search for understanding and meaning in spite of it. From a profoundly personal vantage point of the ways one might come to deal with the presence of death, Weaver explores the sacred and the profane from the viewpoint of those left behind. From Death's laughable brother Certain Death to the construction of a Mausoleum to the quiet moments that we must spend when alone, these are the places and moments that brush against the inevitable and leave us with the sense that we can share both comfort and at times a laugh when we can feel the most alone.