Two years ago, in perfect health and aged 40, Candice Lin decided to sculpt her own sarcophagus. Formed from terra-cotta, two striped cats sit atop the ceramic receptacle designed for her corpse; one is perched on a pillow, with a paw resting protectively on a statue of the seated artist swaddled in a blanket. This mixed-species band of tomb sentries—inspired by Etruscan coffin sculptures and Tang dynasty Chinese funerary pottery—is a projection of Lin and her feline companions at the time of her death. Beneath the figures, composting worms already inhabit the dirt-filled casket. Imaging the inevitable return of Lin’s body to the earth, the installation Future Sarcophagus (2020) is a memento of the finitude and fleetingness of a single life, as much as it is recognition that our existence and afterlives are sustained by entangled agents.