In Neal Bell’s darkly comic drama, Cold Sweat, we meet Alice Franklin, a physician in the early 1970's who begins to question the conventional wisdom of lying to the terminally ill about their condition. Inspired in part by the life of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, Bell’s remarkable play finds humor in the unlikeliest places even as it pitches our modern scientific skepticism against its eternal nemesis -- faith. The play is a veritable cabinet of curiosities, complete with a lifesaving dummy, a toe-tagged body covered in a sheet that startles by sitting up, a rogue eyeball, and a jar of malodorous flesh of indeterminate provenance. All of this makes the play a far different kind of experience than a summary of its plot points might suggest-- it's more than meets the eyeball. Beneath the wisecracks and the gallows humor, though, a powerful undertow of grief lends gravity to the otherwise comic proceedings.