The "Skeleton" Retreat

If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet,
you’d best teach it to dance.
— George Bernard Shaw

It's a dead man's party alright here at the Retreat. Come and stop by and get a sneak preview of all the bony characters lurking around here. There is a bunch to see and perfect for the coming Halloween season. I will add a few gifts in October.

Skeletons somehow have become part of Halloween decorations as we think of death and horror. Did you know that the skeleton inside of you is very much alive? 

Skeletons like to hear about scandals—
They love to watch them on the TV.
They enviously and greedily want to know
all about blemishes on the skin—
sclerosis, eczema, warts, carbuncle, hives,
or even just tiny tales of ringworm.

I found out that it is perfectly legal to buy and sell a human skeleton in the United States unless it is Native American. Until the 1980s most skeletons for medical education were the real thing and students often bought some bones to research on. Not much anymore. 

Some people have a fear of skeletons and it is a real phobia called Skelephobia. Right down to your skeleton. You seize, You freeze, Knees turn into gelatin. Skeletons in your closet refer to a secret that you may keep from the world for whatever reason, that is where the fear comes in. Have you ever worked with a skeleton crew? I am sure you have it refers to the minimum number of personnel needed to operate and maintain an item at its most simple operating requirements, such as a ship or business, during an emergency or shutdown, and at the same time, to keep vital functions operating.

I promise you will be safe here in Second Life and the Skeletons here are friendly and will not frighten you at all. You may make a friend or two, you never know. 

I once saw a husband and wife skeleton shopping together.
The husband kept picking up different colored shirts
and holding them to his rib cage. Each time, his wife grimaced
(she was always grimacing). Finally, there was a whisper,
it doesn’t matter what you wear, you’ll still be a skeleton;
They left the store, and I haven’t seen them since.