Sometimes when you die, you're buried and mourners erect a monument to you, somewhat in the shape of an obelisk. Others are buried near you - but not so very near. Years pass, your monument doesn't quite fit inside the cemetery boundaries, sidewalks cover you and pedestrians wonder at this rebel outlier.
I walk pass this gravestone every day, and congratulate whomever it is that compels people years after his death to pass aside.
This seemed like as good of a photo as any.
Also, I'll be wearing this costume tomorrow.
Hopefully I will be as happy about it as this guy.