My father was the ultimate jokester and could not pass up a prank. The year I was a freshman in high school (and the most embarrassed by my family, natch), he dressed up as a caveman with an outfit made out of an old fur coat, hideous mask, fright wig, and a big plastic club. He hid in the bushes by the front door and when the trick-or-treaters came to the door, he'd jump out and rush them, growling and waving the club. He was pretty pleased with himself and said the best part was the candy that was strewn down the sidewalk by the rapidly-retreating kids. Anyway, at that age, we still got dressed up and went around to our friends houses and of course, several of my friends came to the house and were chased by my dad. It was all over school the next day and I swore to my mother I wasn't going back to school and I'd never forgive my father. She laughed and said, "You have to let your dad have his fun...." There's not a day goes by that I don't wish my dad was here on earth and still pulling his pranks. I'd be out there in the bushes with him and we'd be embarrassing the next generation and proud of it.