This outfit isn't complete without a red rubber nose.
A whole lot of questions come to mind when I see a kooky chasuble.
There's a pineapple, soccer ball, ice cream cone, butterfly, tennis racket, puddytat and bow-wow on his person.
He's lost his marbles. Does he know where he's going? Does he intend to transubstantiate?
Because this is not the clothing any sane person would wear on his way to be mystically present at Christ's crucifixion.
They would have enough respect for the relatives of a convicted convict not to walk past them wearing a shirt with ice cream cones on it on the way to the electric chair.
Mind-boggling irreverence, impiety and the same old buffoonery as Christ is crucified before us.
Somebody archive this in the museum of ideas as useless to salvation as a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest.