The famous “Kiss of death / Petó de la mort” memorial sculpture in Poble Nou cemetery, photo by the excellent izarbeltza, regularly visited on this Barcelona walk:
A more earthy interpretation, from a Chinese shop, also in Barcelona:
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Death is the one you don’t see coming.
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Epithetically speaking.
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