"There was a sharp cry- and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and seizing the murmmer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpselike mask, which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form." -The Masque of The Red Death, Edgar Allen Poe
In case you haven't read the story, the quote sums it up pretty well.
I have never drawn anything so morbid in my life. Yay for adventures in new styles and themes! Done in prismacolor markers and pencil.