Yikes.

This afternoon.

Harold’s Cross Cemetery, Dublin 6.

Pics by Harry Warren, who writes:

With the greatest of respect to the family involved, perhaps they have a macabre sense of humour?

Anyone?

Tonight.

In fairness.

Meanwhile…

Ah here.

Meanwhile…

Tioc or treat?

Meanwhile…

Stop that.

Tonight at 9pm.

Millie writes:

I’ve just been sent this video (I’m not connected with this in any way) and I thought you might share it on the site as a way of promoting it; lighting a candle at 9pm this evening in remembrance of those who have passed this year.

It seems like a lovely gesture coming into the darkest time of the year and a nice way to kick off Samhain. Mental health for many has taken a real kicking and I’ve no doubt that there are many who are feeling alone and bereaved this year, more than ever, and especially as we come into Winter.

Happy Halloween.

Alone

This afternoon.

The death of Sir Sean Connery at the age of 90 has been announced.

RIP.

Sean Connery: James Bond actor dies aged 90 (BBC)

Getty/Rex

Meanwhile…

Thank Frodo It’s Friday.

What better way to spend the Hallowe’en weekend than with another Broadsheet music competition?

This week, as suggested by reader Morgen Scheißekopf, the theme is misheard lyrics. Are there any song lyrics which you heard wrong and what was your garbled version?

I spent the guts of 40 years mistaking a line from The Stranglers hit Golden Brown.

They wrote: “Golden brown texture like sun/ Lays me down with my mind she runs.”

I heard “Lays me down with my mansheerons.”

I have no idea what a mansheeron is. I just presumed they did!

To be in with a chance of winning a spooky €25 Golden Discs voucher, simply reply below with your mistaken lyrics.

The winner will be chosen by my domesticated vampire.

Lines close at 5.45pm EXTENDED until Saturday 11am.

Nick says: Good luck!

Golden Discs

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