MANY years ago, just after college, I had a group of friends that rotated giving a Halloween party each year, with a theme. One year the theme was the Revolutionary War. I came as Benedict Arnold. My girlfriend mostly made the costume. It included a rope around my neck that she stiffened with some sort of starch so it stuck up a little above my head. She applied makeup around my neck to simulate a neck burn. I won the annual costume contest (a case of Heineken), and many suggested my girlfriend follow thru and go ahead and hang me.