There comes a moment in the lifecycle of a family that includes one small boy that its house becomes filled with skulls. Usually on the Christmas day or the birthday of the child’s fourth or fifth year, otherwise loving relatives begin to contribute to the macabre collection. Eventually, not a square inch of one’s house is not covered with a self adhesive skull sticker. One’s line of sight is never without the Jolly Roger.  Thanks Kris Kringle!