I heard that Bill Maher made an idiot of himself by dressing as the late Steve Irwin, complete with a bloody barb in his shirt.
Disgusting. This evening, as is my tradition, rather than decorate my house with ghosts, goblins, and gore, I erect a traditional altar for Day of the Dead. The response is overwhelmingly positive.
This year, I included a picture of the late Steve Irwin and the kids happily pointed him out, and were glad to honor him. Remarkably, the parents did too, and not a small number stopped, crossed themselves, and said a quick prayer for the Crocodile Hunter's soul.