International Museum of Surgical Science

Picture this: the International Museum of Surgical Science, a gothic mansion with an eeriness so palpable it could moonlight as a Poe story. It's a night, and you find yourself at the MEMENTO MORI Halloween Gala, a ritual gathering for the gloriously ghoulish. Heaven Malone takes the stage, weaving a sonic spell that feels like Bauhaus met a synthpop séance in a candlelit tomb. This gala isn't just a party; it’s a dance with the macabre fringes of existence. Your ticket is a passport to a world where you sip on spirits beneath the watchful eyes of immortalized medical marvels. Here, you’re not just reminded of mortality; you're invited to revel in the art of hauntingly beautiful living—tarot in one hand, a ghoulish hors d'oeuvre in the other, and the pulse of a city breathing its dark history into the night. Miss this, and you risk haunting yourself with the FOMO that lingers like a ghostly whisper.