To put it plainly, this show was a unique and unexpected existential delight. Evelyn portrays a solitary gravedigger during the Black Plague, and the show feels like watching a slow, manic—but still captivating—spiral into madness as they wrestle with the weight of loneliness, lost love, duty, and mortality.

Evelyn’s performance was nothing short of masterful. The audience interaction was earnest and endearing, and she slipped effortlessly between these comedic, lighthearted exchanges and moments of philosophical prose and existential dread. I also loved the prop work with the shovel and sheet and was delighted each time they were utilized in yet another unexpected way.

I would have happily watched this show as a full-length play. I particularly enjoyed the gravedigger as a symbol of the great equalizer—the figure who ultimately meets everyone, regardless of status or circumstance. If the show continues to develop, I wouldn’t mind seeing even more exploration in that direction, as well as a bit more connective tissue (if you will) between the show’s different components.