It was a great costume idea.
Joe would dress up like Jesus and we'd strap him to a cross on our porch. He'd hand out candy and blessings to all the kids that were brave enough to ask him.
When the big day came, we were a little drunk, so instead of strapping him to the cross at the waist, we went ahead and nailed him to it.
It took us a while to realize that Joe couldn't hand out candy in that condition.
So, we broke his legs, speared him in the gut, and shoved him behind a rock.