As two rustic fellows dig a grave in Shakespeare's "Hamlet" they unearth the skull of Yorick. Hamlet then waxes philosophical on the topic of MORTalitY. Of course in this case, it's "Yo-Rick's" own skull, and he contemplates it in a typical stoic fashion.
I was inspired by my favorite episode of R&M, and my favorite quote from it which has practically become my personal mantra. (Thank you Dan Harmon) I wanted to pay tribute to it. And of course they're in quasi-Victorian garb, because I'm sick with it. Alternative timelines son! In this one maybe we decided we'd achieved the height of style in La Belle Epoque and never looked back.
Ballpoint pen and markers, on paper.