Samhain, Sham-hain

Yeah, yeah, we know the 31st is supposed to be dedicated either to worshipping our Dark Master or to Gen-X candy reminiscence-fests. But as far as we're concerned, it should be celebrated as the birthday of Mr. Nightingale, the poet who Died Young and left a Pretty Corpus. All hail, Mr. Keats. When I think of autumn, I think of you.