The church that stands opposite the house in which I reside is called Portale Chiesa del Purgatorio which translates into English as the Home Church of Purgatory.  And the street I live on is called Purgatory Street. I can now claim in all honesty to be 'living in Purgatory'.

The external walls of the church are decorated with carvings of skulls and bones and there is a room within the church that houses a tall wooden cabinet with glass doors.  You can see the contents of the cabinet.  Priests of this particular brotherhood were kept in the cabinet dressed in their cassocks.  Forgive me when I say the obvious but I believe I have found the Catholic 'skeletons in the closet'.

My thanks to the priest on the left who turned to me and smiled when I took the photo.