I have never yet enacted the notion of being carried into a Halloween party in a coffin, and lying there all evening without breaking character.
Something to live ( ) for!
P.S. At Jale on Halloween night it was a tradition to dress up and run around to various campus parties, punctuated by a midnight Widor organ recital, etc.
The best costumes I ever saw were three preppy-looking friends dressed up in matching black suits, white dress shirts and narrow black ties of '60s vintage. One was made up to look long dead, with a bullet wound to the head; the second slightly more freshly dead; and the third very much alive, carrying an inflatable female doll whom he would periodically wet down with a water spray bottle and introduce to people as Mary Jo.