I inherited this disintegrating embroidery years ago from a deceased relative, while I acquired the mirror frame with no glass in my travels a week or so ago. These things came together as things will. They came apart too - the old fabric tearing and fraying as I sewed it around the armature.
Now I know from the comments I get people mostly look at the pictures here. But I'll just say that after I made this it occurred to me that the piece is something of an echo from what Andrew Sullivan has been posting about recently, the use of euphemism to distance ourselves from our own mortality. With the distance seems to come a loss of empathy and morality. Anyway, in case you are interested, it was these three posts in combination that I recalled: