Last week, while I was on "vacation," Gary didn't wake up before 2 pm and I stalked off on my own. I ended up at the Science Center and saw the Pompeii exhibit.
You walk through the statues of gods and goddesses, elect to view the Phallus Corner or not with its Pompeian phallus wind chimes, and then get a taste of what the earthquake was like with a movie complete with surround sound and a fog machine. Then the fog lifts to reveal a museum guide, standing in sillhouette, who tells you not to touch the dead bodies.
Technically, though, you'd be touching the volcanic ash encasing the dead body.
I was wondering why I felt so much more uncomfortable in this exhibit compared to the Body Worlds exhibit. You would think both groups were equal, just that one group had nothing over its organs and one had too much. I think it's because the skinned Body Worlds bodies were posed dancing, or enjoying leisure activities, while these bodies were in genuine raw terror. It made me sad. Not a good exhibit for the kiddies.