While in Egypt, we were invited to a Halloween party. One friend was a talented artist so painted a large skeleton on a piece of black cloth. Late for the party, and the paint still wet, the cloth was hung out of the window. It was not until later that we found out that the man in the flat below was lying on his death bed – surrounded by his nearest and dearest. We can only hang our heads in shame thinking of his reaction when he saw the skeleton, blowing gently in the breeze outside his window.