Death Metal Prints and Death Metal Art

Purple Rain

Bob Staake

$117

So, Does Anyone Else Feel That Their Needs Aren't

Tom Cheney

$117

Homage

Ana Juan

$117

Contractor Examining A Blueprint And Speaking

Robert Leighton

$117

No, No, That's Not A Sin, Either. My Goodness

Charles Barsotti

$117

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Charles Barsotti

$117

If I Die First

George Booth

$117

My God, We're Out Of Gin

Peter Arno

$117

Thank Goodness You're Here - I Can't Accomplish

David Sipress

$117

I Can't Believe I Ate All That Kale For Nothing

Roz Chast

$117

New Yorker October 25th, 1993

Roz Chast

$117

I Want My Ashes Scattered Over Bergdorf's

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Before Reading Miss Simpkins'

William O'Brian

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I Was A Dog In A Previous Life

Mike Twohy

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Grim reaper wearing a swimsuit at the beach.

Danny Shanahan

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Curiosity

James Stevenson

$117

In A Way, I Am Kind Of Famous. But You've

Robert Weber

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A Man Behind A Desk Reads A Piece Of Paper

Drew Dernavich

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In My Day, People Died

Bruce Eric Kaplan

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Red Death On Wall Street

Robert Risko

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Good News, Honey - Seventy Is The New Fifty

Victoria Roberts

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His Last Words Were 'let's Go Mets.'

Al Ross

$117

Wilma Kooney Strangled On Cat Hair

George Booth

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Marty's Back. He Says He Couldn't Find Anybody

Robert Weber

$117

But Stay Off The Couch

Charles Barsotti

$117

Harry Insisted On Doing Everything Himself

Zachary Kanin

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You Were Always My Favorite To Manipulate

Harry Bliss

$117

Read Me The Part Again

Peter Arno

$117

Welcome Aboard. You Are Now Exempt From Federal

Bernard Schoenbaum

$117

New Yorker January 3rd, 2005

John Kane

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A Funeral Mourner Speaks To A Couple

Bruce Eric Kaplan

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Now That You Mention

Frank Cotham

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New Yorker August 28th, 1943

Peter Arno

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Woman Is Standing In Doorway With Arms Crossed

David Borchart

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A Group Of People Talk To A Doctor

Paul Noth

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Using Our House As A Makeshift Morgue Is Going

Frank Cotham

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Death Takes The Postmodernist

Stephanie Skalisk

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Death In The Afternoon

Bill Woodman

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Death And Taxis

Lee Lorenz

$117

Death Sits On The Couch Between A Husband

David Sipress

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Invited To A Cookout

Charles Barsotti

$117

We Never Say 'death' - We Prefer 'deadness.'

Frank Cotham

$117

I Don't See Any Interesting Deaths At All Today

Ed Fisher

$117

Is This What I Want To Be Doing With My Death?

Bruce Eric Kaplan

$117

Two Policemen Are Seen Talking Next To A Dead

Paul Noth

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Well, When You Haunt, Do You Have To Float

Erik Hilgerdt

$117

I'm Only Going To The Party Because The Suicide

Peter C. Vey

$117

It's Very Nice. I Just Think They Could Add

Bruce Eric Kaplan

$117

Socrates Drinking Hemlock

Paul Noth

$117

A Man Walks Down The Street With The Grim Reaper

Christopher Weyant

$117

No Wonder We Could Get Tickets

Frank Cotham

$117

I Got It This Far - Don't Stop Me Now

Charles Barsotti

$117

New Yorker March 27th, 2006

Kim Warp

$117

Theologian? You Guys Are Always Fun

Charles Barsotti

$117

I've Already Made Arrangements To Be Flushed

Bruce Eric Kaplan

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He's From Texas

Dana Fradon

$117

I'd Just Like To Know Why

William Hamilton

$117

We're Encouraging People To Become Involved

Mike Twohy

$117

Blasphemy, Yes, But It Was Funny

Charles Barsotti

$117

A Body Lies Face Down In A Room Where The Walls

Shannon Wheeler

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A Bunch Of Lemmings On A Cliff Saying After You

Robert Leighton

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Carl! No!

Pat Byrnes

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It's An Amazing Coincidence

James Stevenson

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At A Gym, Death Runs On A Treadmill Behind Three

Joe Dator

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Yolo

Kaamran Hafeez

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A Man In A Minivan Speaks To A Woman At A Car

Emily Flake

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Trick, Or Treat?

Ian Falconer

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Somehow It Never Occurred To Me That If I Lived

Edward Sorel

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New Yorker June 29th, 1992

Arnie Levin

$117

For Their Own Good

Roz Chast

$117