[It's only right, somehow, that a god of death make his appearance during a celebration of the dead.

Thanatos, scythe in hand and very difficult to avoid noticing given the massive blade and the fact he is seven feet in height, floats a couple of inches off the ground and moves silently through the park. Anyone with stories in their world of such a spectre of death might well have a moment of their heart leaping into their throat when they see him but he pays no staring any mind at all, seeming more curious about the goings on than anything else.

He looks over the flowers and watches the lanterns in silence, his honey-gold eyes reflecting the specks of light as they float upwards, and the only sound out of him at any point (unless directly addressed) is a soft, contemplative,]

Hm.

[And, perhaps understandably given his job, Thanatos is not very on board with the idea of ghosts possessing people. No, not even willingly. While people are within the restaurants enjoying the final meals of the departed he won't interfere, though, but if any more rowdy ghosts happen to decide to bolt...

Well, they may just find their path being blocked by a scythe blade, and a cold, flat voice asking them where they think they are going.]

[While he won't actively engage with the Halloween festivities he will be around for them! Feel free to boop him with a prompt from that part of the TDM too, or something else entirely.]