My friend gave me a box of French chocolates from a shop
which bears the name of the woman who came to be known
as the Angel of the Assassination— In her twenties, so sure of what
she'd concluded was her mission in this life: plunge a kitchen
knife into the breast of a journalist and revolutionary leader during
the French Revolution, as he sat in his bathtub working on a proof
of his newspaper L'Ami du peuple. A copy of the blood-stained page
is digitized and can be viewed in the National Library of France.
Accounts say she did not even try to flee the scene. She believed
her one act of violence could help stem the rising tide of a more
widespread violence. It did not seem to have that effect. There are
many tales about her, including how her skull after decapitation
was passed around then bought by a dealer of curiosities who
liked to unveil it on a serving plate at his table, during dessert.
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/aa/Death_of_Marat_by_David.jpg It’s like your turn with the skull . . .