Real Life Grim Reaper Is A Creep

Some guy has been showing up at a cemetery in New Mexico dressed as the Grim Reaper. It’s the type of thing you just don’t need after that tough hungover day at work where you decided you aren’t drinking for a while, leading you to immediately stop at the nearest tavern and chug Walker Black until you stumble out. It turns out the guy is either a frighteningly troubled child murderer or worse, some unemployed hipster. He calls himself The Light Wanderer and speaks in loosely cliched poetry, I would imagine in a solemn tone:

“There is a place where sleepers sleep and dreamers dream and patiently await. There’s nothing to be afraid of except those who seek to cause harm, pain, destruction.”

I’m sure the novelty will wear off. In the meantime, we might want to get someone from the highway patrol to stop the random Spanish speaking residents from creating cult of fear and mythology around the Grim Reaper that spreads like chupacabra tales. Before you know it, ten thousand people laden with beads will start lighting Guadalupe candles in the cemetery to appease the Light Wanderer. That’ll only encourage more bad poetry.