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The last of the morticians By John Semley “Time,” said Anthony Saldivar, his eyeglasses slipping down his broad nose, “is always the biggest enemy.” Sporting a black tie and thick suspenders, his shirtsleeves cuffed at the elbows, Saldivar was one of eight contestants stationed across four folding tables inside a cavernous glass-and-steel convention center in Chicago, all of whom were attending to the same ticking-clock task. They had three hours, split over two afternoons, to rehabilitate a decomposing human head. The heads, of course, weren’t real. …
摘自《哈泼斯杂志》(Harper's Magazine)第353卷 第2115期 · 2026年8月刊,John Semley。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。