Mine would be the time my dad rigged a harness and “hung” himself from the carport beam, dressed to look like a stuffed Halloween decoration. He would grab at the bigger kids and parents when they came up to the door for candy. Scared the living bejeezus out of them.
Dad lived there once upon a time and now makes an annual trek to Fantasy Fest. I’ve done Zombie crawls, but never a bike ride. How does one pedal or steer with mangled limbs? 😄