In this land of the hypothetical, there lies a house, with stones at the bottom, a furnace in the garage, and everything ordinary of a higher class-man. Leading up the stairs in the corner, you'll find there is a door, one to a Psychopomp's room. He stands at the door, welcoming and disallowing strangers of tricker-treat, who do a service for him of searching the perimeter, memorizing pathways, the directions to and fro.
He doesn't exist as a farce, he has duties to perform. Ones that his family give him. Still nevertheless being a great person, a tragedy occurred, despite using every resource at his disposal; a pristine sanitarium was made just for him, one that captures a person with the trickery of a Oz.
He being placed in one, while his insanity gnawing at his stomach desiring to be let out, slowly gave the appearance of who he really is, an innocent person; and although he hadn't harmed anyone, people found it more attractive