My Grandfather and my Uncle were both clowns for the Shriners. My grandfather was one of the sweetest people anyone ever met, newscasters came to his funeral because they’d done stories on him visiting kids in the hospital.

My Uncle was a dickhead, and a typical dumb meathead MAGA. He died alone, with no family around him at all. The only reason we found out was because my wife had a weird feeling in the middle of the night, Googled him, and found that he had died a few days before.

So I’m 50/50 on clowns.