File this one under "Irony to the point of absurdity": Pastor electrocuted while performing a baptism.
One doesn't want to be observed chuckling at such things, but it's very difficult to master the impulse.
How do I hate Halloween? Let me count the ways.... I just got a visit from the crocodile hunter. Krikey! Earlier there have been witches, marines in camoflage, the CSI investigation team, a dirty ape from Planet of the Apes, and horror upon horrors, even a lawyer or two.
I myself have come as Orange Juice. I have a fedora, hornrimmed spectacles, orange ribbons hanging from my sideburns and an orange shawl. Sometimes I can be heard to exclaim, "Oy jay!" If only I could have figured out a way to get circumcision worked in. However, that might have taken the joke into the realm of bad taste, so I'm happy this way. The problem with being orange is that everyone thinks that I'm a pumpkin, a Hasidic pumpkin, but a pumpkin. Once I tell them what I am I usually get a pretty big laugh.
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