Skeletons, by definition, are people. They deserve to go about their afterlife without interruption or judgeful leers. Every year close to Halloween, they emerge in cars, shops, streets, and lawns. They do simple things, like barbecue, walk their dogs, maybe get  a nice tan on their bones. Skeletons, it would seem, are not so different from us. In fact, they are us - just a little different. Just a little dead.

So don’t be a life-supremacist or bone-phobic. Let these skeletons do as they please, in peace