Death, smoking a cigarette

Yesterday night, walking down our main street, here is the scene. Party-ers in costumes, singing loudly, at the dive-y type bar. People are on the outside patio, despite the low temperatures.
The bus is coming down the street. Standing there is a guy in a grim reaper type costume, smoking a cigarette.
Somehow, that seems apt.

Happy Halloween.

Our apartment complex is also home to a pack of dogs. I'm pretty sure the people across the hall have 4 or 5, or just two or three really loud ones. Which they take out in multiple trips, in which you hear a racket of human and animal footsteps running down the stairs and doors slamming.
If they wouldn't let the doors slam, might not be so bad. But as it is, the door noises reverberate and it's a pretty noisy affair.