It was certainly one of the weirder things I've seen in my life (along with the bone-chapels under the Monastery of the Capuchins in Rome - another tale in itself). I read on-line today that the mummies have been buried in another cemetery somewhere, and the crypt closed; better, I suppose, if one thinks that the dead are miffed by total strangers gawping at their corpses for a hundred years.
On the home-front, Cat Drama has been allieviated by closing the door in the middle of the house to separate Rocky and Polly; not an ideal solution, but at least until I get those Comfort Zone plug-ins to dose the whole place in calming pheromones (so the story goes). I want to take them both by their tails and dunk them up and down in the toilet (while singing, "Give Peace a Chance.") (Wretched beasts).