What would you get if you take Lewis Carroll’s fairy-tale imagination and filter it through Edgar Allan Poe’s terror-ridden and grotesque vision? Add a tint of humour and a pinch of satire and voilà – an allegorically nightmarish Last Supper, situated in a house, previously occupied by an undertaker. Parodying the Black Death, the short story indulges in farcical situations, abnormalities, and a lot of puns. The characters exist in a misshapen, surrealist reality that embraces and caricatures London’s immoral middle-class particularities and pleasures. Come for the author, endure the grotesque, and relish the ending!