SoberP, in full disclosure, my parents had a manikin that stood in the corner of their dining room for years when I was growing up. My dad's long lost sister, Debbie. Before the house on the other block got multiple manikins my dad once put Debbie in the front seat of his convertible with her arm in an extended wave and drove by the manikin house when the people were out front. Their manikin was named June.
Guess that explains that there's not a whole lot out there that weirds me out. My family has a different sense of humor and the absurd tickles my fancy