Nothing says Halloween like a glitter-coated saxophone and a Papa who refuses to use less glue. 🎃✨🎷

It’s arts and crafts day at the Abbey, and Papa Nihil takes the assignment way too seriously. Between the ghouls’ chaos and an alarming amount of glitter, one thing becomes clear — Halloween will shine brighter (and jazzier) than ever before.

The abbey has not seen this much chaos since the time at a ritual when Papa Nihil tried to fully resurrect disco music. Jumpsuit and all.

Tables are lining the abbey with every kind of crafting item known to man- paper pumpkins, glue sticks, and bowls of glitter and sequins that are absolutely not meant to be dumped on the floor adorn the tables as well.

The ghouls are literally buzzing with excitement, tails twitching as they paint paper pumpkins with ghosts and bats- all while you were simply trying to keep the glitter contained to one surface.

Then in walks Nihil.

Entering like a man on a mission, robes paint splattered, he declares loudly “Ah! My little artists of the afterlife!” His black sunglasses are already speckled with orange glitter, proving he has already been at this MUCH longer than the official beginning of arts and crafts time.

You watch him closely as he rummages through all the supplies on the table. In a huff he mutters “Where is the gold? The sparkle? Halloween must shine like the devil’s own personal stage lighting.”

After a few minutes he finds a cardboard tube, a small plastic funnel and some gold ribbon- and you immediately know you are all in big trouble.

Within just a few short minutes he has crafted a saxophone- or well, what technically could be called a saxophone. Solely holding together with glue, ribbon and hopes and dreams. When he holds it up to survey his own work, it droops to the left slightly deflated.

“It needs soul.” He declares gravely.

Within seconds, he grabs a jar of glitter and dumps the ENTIRETY of it on to his masterpiece.

Glitter explodes into the air like a demonic cloud, driving you and everyone else, but the ghouls and Papa Nihil, into a coughing fit. Everything within a 5 foot radius is now covered in gold.

When the air clears, Nihil stands triumphantly holding up his sparkly (and barely in tact) masterpiece.

“Behold!” He announces with pride. “The spirit of Halloween- reborn through Jazz!”

The ghouls all applaud enthusiastically. One ghoul even tries to play it.

It immediately crumples up.

Papa Nihil just nods and solemnly states “Art is pain.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon sweeping and cleaning up glitter that somehow kept reappearing no matter how many times you cleared it all away. Nihil swore when nighttime fell on the abbey and the moon was full, the saxophone actually played itself.

You did not really believe him until later you heard the faintest jazziest notes echoing through the Abbey halls long after midnight.