Death in Venice poetically explores Venice as a metaphor for death. The city, drenched in history, resembles a giant mausoleum. New buildings, bicycles, the absence of cars and the low, throbbing tones of boat engines add to the eeriness. The tides flowing in and out of the city’s veins each day are an intimation of our own watery coming and eventual going. This close to death, we learn to treasure life.