This is my Father on Halloween when he was probably around 70 years old. PLEASE for the love of God notice that his “costume” is nothing but a black velour bathrobe, snowmobile gloves and a plastic skull mask. He already had two of those things in his possession.* To my mother’s horror he proceeded to sit in a lawn chair on our front porch all slumped over until some poor unsuspecting kids came up to ring the doorbell and then he’d spring into action and leap at them, arms extended and moaning like a dying Yak, leaving the poor tots traumatized and likely with soiled underwear.
It was pure awesomeness.
*naturally, he had to borrow the gloves