My brother sees Halloween as a mission.
A mission to create elaborate, custom-made costumes.
One year, he went as a man in the process of being struck by lightning, with glowing lightning bolt coming out of his head.
Last year, he went as one of those fortune teller machines like in the movie Big. He walked around with a huge box around him, coin slot, fortunes and all.
This year, he is a sick, sick man.