Whatever I might have expected of this story, given it’s title, I certainly didn’t get it, and got a lot of other things instead. A scabrous female death with fleshy hair. Myths about pigs. (Very strange myths about pigs.) Death’s runners, comma, instructions how to become one. Conferences of old ladies’ armchairs.
I also didn’t expect such a lovely, powerful story giving an entirely new mythos of death and rebirth. Deeply satisfying.