Have yourself a shovelly Halloween.

Even the hottest fires burn out eventually.

Surely, one’s arms must be getting tired.

The regrettable rampage continues.

No one deserves a brutal shoveling, but maybe some don’t deserve it more than others.

While sandwich thievery doesn’t exactly merit a good shovel whacking, a slight corrective bonk might not go amiss.

The most important aspect of shovel-based mayhem is the follow-through.

From foreman to floored, man.

Some people need to show better discretion in picking their battles.

Best of all, they’ve got that new shovel smell.

Thirty years of that might leave anyone a bit scowly.

And now a moderately macabre interlude for a moderately macabre month.

Not a particularly vast genre, which is, perhaps, for the best.