🌀 Twelve Feet of Bones

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Labor Day weekend, the house across the street gets a new resident. He's twelve feet of plastic bone, and his eyes are little LCD screens that blink and slide from side to side. By October, he has company: three more down the block, one of them in a witch hat.

Nobody complains. Kids wave at him on the way to the bus, and the mail carrier steps around his foot. You've started giving directions by him: left at the big skeleton, second house after.

Look at what he is, though. He's a human body with everything, but the frame stripped away, standing next to the recycling bins. Park a coffin on the same lawn and the neighbors would start a group chat by lunch.

So why does a skeleton get a pass? And how did he end up with a name?

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Sometime around the reign of Augustus, a Roman silversmith made a pair of drinking cups and covered them in skeletons. One of them is a silver cup now held by the Louvre, about four inches tall. It turned up in 1895 in the wine cistern of a villa at Boscoreale, where the owner had hidden the household silver before Vesuvius buried the place in AD 79.

The skeletons are having a party. One plays a lyre, one crowns himself with a garland, and one stares into a skull. Others carry famous names in dotted Greek letters: the playwright Sophocles, then the philosophers Zeno and Epicurus beside a little table with a cake on it. One skeleton holds a butterfly tagged as his little soul in one hand and a purse tagged envy in the other.

Under the skull-gazer, the cup tells its drinker to grab a share of life, since tomorrow isn't promised. Under the foot, someone marked the name of its owner, Gavia, along with the weight of the silver.

Read it as party equipment, and the job is plain: death sat at the table so the wine would taste as it counted. Romans of the period put skeletons on gems, mosaics and figurines too. In Petronius's comic novel, a rich host has a slave toss a jointed silver skeleton onto the dinner table, then urges everyone to drink. Every one of those skeletons pointed at the person holding the cup.

A skeleton is a sign, and a sign means whatever its setting tells it to. On Gavia's cup, the setting was dinner, and the message pointed straight at the drinker: you'll look like this soon, so pour another. The bones gave an order.

The lawn skeleton faces the other way. He looks out at the street, so whatever he says is addressed to strangers, and it's about the people inside: we're fun here, ring the bell. Death has slipped from the first person into the third. It belongs to someone else, and it's wearing a witch hat.

Then comes the clever part. Give a frightening thing a nickname, a costume and a return policy, and you've shrunk it to a size you can lift out of a box. People rehearse what they can't control as play, the way a toddler shrieks with joy at being chased. A whole season of small, safe scares does that work for a fear nobody outgrows.

This year's Skelly even talks, in whatever voice his owner picks. Owners can load him with up to 30 recorded sounds through an app. Imagine one programmed with the line from Gavia's cup about tomorrow. The neighbors would find that far creepier than the bones.

Americans now spend more dressing the house for Halloween than dressing themselves and their kids. NRF expects Americans to spend $13.5 billion this year, with $4.3 billion on decorations, more than adult and children's costumes combined. About half of shoppers start in September or earlier, up from a third in 2016.

Skelly is the season's mascot. Home Depot launched him online in July 2020 at $299, and for four straight years he sold out within hours. This year's version went online July 16, three and a half months before Halloween, with a talking model at $379. Stores got him Labor Day weekend, right when he showed up across the street.

He doesn't always leave, either. The Los Angeles Times found owners keeping giant skeletons up all year, dressing them as Santa in December and draping them in flags for the Fourth of July. A Facebook club for 12-foot-skeleton owners has passed 64,000 members, and one skeleton, named RIPley, looms over an animal hospital in Burbank. Some have stood since 2020, weathered down to a pelvis on two legs.

Rome brought its skeleton out for dinner. America gave him a permanent address and a holiday wardrobe.

Quote: "This skeleton before us here / Is as important as we ever were!" Trimalchio, in Petronius, Satyricon (first century AD), trans. W. C. Firebaugh.

Study: At a haunted house in Vejle, Denmark, 110 visitors wore heart monitors. Enjoyment rose with fear up to a point, then fell once the scares got too intense (Andersen and colleagues, Psychological Science, 2020).

Artifact: The plastic anatomy skeleton. It replaced real bones, mostly from India, after India banned exporting human remains in 1985. One Chicago dealer sold his broken ones at a Halloween show for two dollars a pound.

If the skeleton most people see all year is plastic, named and dressed for Christmas, what has it taught them about the real one? And what would a lawn decoration have to show to actually frighten an adult now?

Gavia's cup and the lawn skeleton use the same bones for opposite jobs. Rome set death at the table so the wine would taste like it counted. The skull stared at the drinker, and the drinker drank.

We did something cleverer, and maybe a little sadder. We took the most frightening shape a body can make, gave it eyes and a Santa hat, and stood it by the driveway facing the street. Shrinking a fear to lawn size is a real achievement. It also means a twelve-foot corpse can stay up all year and tell us nothing about dying.

Rome used a skeleton to put death on the table. We found a way to take the death out of the skeleton.

Forward this to the neighbor whose skeleton never came down after last Halloween, and ask what he's wearing for Thanksgiving.

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