I’d like to take a moment to remember the late heroes of Halloween. Every year, thousands of these gourds are hollowed out and carved up. Many of them are shattered by the roving bands of candy craving miscreants who roam the pre-halloween streets. Nobody knows the havoc wreaked by these cruel youths who seek non-sugary comfort in horrifying acts of petty vandalism.
Those than survive do their duty, acting as lamps and indicating that trick-or-treaters are welcome.
And then what?
More are smashed, of course. A candy addict on a sugar binge is a frightening sight to behold. Those that escape being splattered eventually succumb to the elements. The endless cycle of freezing and thawing is a mushy fate.
Some become compost, living on in some small way by nourishing future generations of plant life.
And then there are the lucky few who become pumpkin wine…
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