I had a colleague who was adept at saving threatened historic properties from being torn down. Some accused him of using trick tactics to evade demolition, but he once confided over coffee that it was all about procrastination.
It was a nasty thing to do, but I loved it.
John looked up the hill to where his Dad was putting the finishing touches on this year's Halloween display. John had moved on to other interests and was not helping this year. Halloween decorations were childish, and he didn't understand why his parents paid so much attention to this year's decorations.
Although Christmas was beloved by the residents of the Folkie Palace, Halloween was revered.
The Stay Puffed Marshmellow Man got several mentions. Also listed were: vampires, mummies, the Holy Ghost, their in-laws, and former husbands and wives. It was all in good fun.
"Well," I pointed out, "one never really owns a cat; you live with one. Kind of like roommates."
Too many cruel people hide among merrymakers dressed as ghosts, goblins, and political figures.
After a few hours of this, you'd be up for ventures you'd typically steer clear of and call crazy.
...a pinch on my wrist told me that this hallucination was not only vivid visually but fully tactile too.
" OK, coffee break is over! Everyone back down on their hands and knees!"