It is possible to piss without Shitting, but impossible to shit without Pissing (thanks to Timur for the title!)

Painted for Graeme and Pam Dyer as their wedding gift.

The Tap

Thomas had been sat in the bath for hours now, listening to the distant explosions, waiting for the water to get cold and staring at a drip that seemed perpetually on the edge of dropping from the hot tap into his bath, without ever actually doing so. He could see, in tiny warped and upside-down detail, all of the bottles of shampoos and soaps that lined the edge of the bath behind the taps, and as he moved his head slightly from side to side the details changed and appeared to move. The explosions started to creep closer to where he sat, until one was so close that it caused the drip to drop. Somehow Thomas knew on seeing this that his time was nearly over, and sure enough the next bomb to fall landed straight on his house, catapulting his naked corpse, along with all the soaps and sponges and other paraphernalia all the way across the street and against the wall of the opposite block of flats. Thankfully his dignity was preserved on account of his being blown into several pieces in the process.