37 - Roma quanta fuit ipsa ruina docet

When the artist Andrea Mantegna died, he rose to heaven where he met the various saints, angels and cherubs that he had so beautifully painted and so rudely neglected to clothe appropriately. As penance, he was (on direct orders from St. Peter) refused permission to wear clothes. As by then he was a very portly angel, he was embarrassed by this. Nevertheless he spent much of his time peering down from domed ceilings upon passing tourists who assumed he was a trompe d'oeil 3D visual illusion. Sadly (and this was the intention of St. Peter) all that our assembled companions could see were the nether regions of his dangly bits.