I fiddled with this a little in Photopaint so that the figures would be less dark, although the whole is now a little washed out. In the foreground is the mumbling madwoman who did such a great performance, and me looking down on her with aristocratic pity.
However, if you look in the background, there's another figure distinct just past me. A detail shot:
That's Death, looming all-but unnoticed in the background. You can even see in his skeletal hands the rose he gave me later. :) Those skeletal gloves are pretty effective in the photo, too.