One day we took a train ride to Kutna Hora to see the Ossuary. This church was decorated by 40,000 human skeletons. It was completely fascinating, and not as gross as you might think, though the teeth were by far the most difficult to look at (much too human). Our love of stories made us think about how many once belonged to those human remains, and how time both distances and obliterates personal histories. The church was supposed to make its visitors contemplate the eternal nature of God, but we found ourselves focusing instead on its temporary people.