Here is my best effort at following the guidelines in the prospectus. Make the symbol of death colorful, I read. I did. It reminded me of when, as a child, I'd demand to be brought to visit an electrical cabin, because it had a skull drawn on its door. A red one at that. I loved it. I was fascinated by it. I used to call it "Mr. Danger of Death". I wanted to visit him everyday, because I felt like he was my friend.