“Guts are not so delightful”, said Neaman's six year old niece as they examined a flattened frog on a country road. This observation was the catalyst for Dead Stuff—a curiosity cabinet of images and text, a meditation on what is left behind. Memory is preserved in a tombstone, life is revealed in the work fractured bones of enslaved people buried in New York City’s African Cemetery. Dead stuff is not so dead.