All right. I’m not saying sex = death here. I’m just saying, you gotta look where you’re going, even when capitalizing on fresh nuptial nookie. Plus the original story has Eurydice dying with her bridesmaids, which is a lot less dramatic than dying in front of her new husband.

I’d be lying if I wasn’t inspired by Arcade Fire’s “Oh Eurydice”/”Hey Orpheus” suite, but…it was only as I was drawing this that I realized how long it had been kicking around in my head. I’ve wanted to draw this for probably half my life. Now, at last, I can make reality out of music and myth.