The occupant of 44-46 West 94th street died while waiting on her stoop for the cable guy, who had said he could come between 12 and 4. She waited 85 years, and when he showed up he had the wrong jack. Sigh.

Rest in peace, you patient Upper West Sider.

Luckily, for every homeowner whose remains molder on the stoop, a pumpkin baby is born. They call that the creepy circle of life.

Thanks to our anonymous photographer.

Update: as Danny Groner pointed out, the townhouse here has a pretty good backstory (though we take issue with his the “much more interesting” characterization).

This blog post, @westsiderag, https://t.co/FJTfC8NLap led me to a much more interesting 2013 NYTimes story: https://t.co/iNXqlxnTjt

— Danny Groner (@DannyGroner) October 30, 2014

Keep sending in your Halloween photos — if you dare!