Actually, I spend much of my time in a healthy manner, contemplating dead men’s withered bones:

“Wenn schnode Wollust dich erfullt,

So werde durch ein Schreckensbild

Verdorrter Totenknochen

Der Kitzel unterbrochen.”

[“When base lust fills thy thoughts,

Let a horrible picture rise before thy mind

Of withered dead men’s bones,

So let the sensual stimulation be driven away.”]

(Sorry, author unknown). SCRATCH THAT!  It’s by Anja Christine Belemann-Smit, thanks to cousin Barbara!