Then I visited the Sedlec Ossuary in Kutná Hora and changed my mind. Screw the bookshelves. This is interior design at its finest.
Then my mental soundtrack took up the sprightly refrains of Danse Macabre, and I was struck by an image of skeletons dancing. Metatarsals tapping to the beat. Vertebrae swaying in the moonlight. Pearly-white phalanges dragging a bow across the strings of an old violin. Cap'n up there with his trusty parrot leading the gang, all hopping and cavorting through the graveyard.