Listening to the unbearably agonizing, gut-wrenching screams of anyone in unspeakable pain.
Merrily filling festive Halloween trick-or-treat bags with fresh entrails for the neighborhood children.
Sobbing uncontrollably and for no apparent reason, for days on end.
Trying to teach his pet raven, Moishe, another word besides “Nevermore.”
Listing all his relatives on one side of a sheet of paper – and on the other side, the method of torture he’d select for each of them.
Taking lovely young women out for a pleasant dinner, and then to observe an autopsy.
Sitting in a pitch-black room and concentrating upon the utter and irreversible finality of death.
Making Friendship Nooses for the important people in his life.
Ripping up his house’s floorboards to look for the still-beating hearts whose increasingly louder, non-stop “tha-thumps” keep him up night after horrifying night.
To counter his one-sided public image – entertaining at children’s birthday parties, as Edgar The Silly Dilly Clown.
