You go to a friends funeral and secretly admire their casket.

You religously show up to work with your hands either stained or have remnants of great stuff on them.

You carry more pictures of your haunt in your bifold than pictures of your family.

Your 3 year old daughter would rather carry around one of your skeleton heads than a doll.

You relish the day you can build a muesolium not just for its asthetic value, but because you can use it year round to hold all your Halloween props.

Your postman carries Mace - not for the dogs on their route but because they are worried about your mental stability.





Life is full of choices - if you don't like your life - make better choices