Death flourishes in Vienna. Call us morbid, but no where else in the world do business cards with addresses of the final resting place come out of wallets. The city’s sweeping grave yards could be mistaken for pastoral parks, if not for the abundance of statues and headstones. No wonder, as cabaret artist Georg Kreisler once mused, “Death must be Viennese.”
Even more apparent is the city’s twisted relationship with the Grim Reaper. During the 1930s, Vienna laid claim as the most suicidal city on earth at a rate of 58 per 100,000 self-inflicted deaths per year. From the weird ways the Viennese helped their own move onto the afterlife, to the city they’ve constructed to house their deceased, learn all about Vienna’s morbid obsession, below.