Frank’s cousin? The picture of “Death Bear” (that can be found if you click the below link) reminds of that bunny in .
A man in the second-floor unit of a nearby apartment building in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn was desperate to get rid of something that was too torturous to keep but impossible to discard.
The anguished individual had turned to Death Bear, a macabre performance artist who silently walks the city streets in a one-man quest to relieve people of painful remnants of the past: love letters, photos, gifts, dog tags, underwear a lot of underwear, it seems anything that might reduce an otherwise well-functioning person to a sniffling wreck.
I guess the idea is that you give him reminders of memories you want to get rid of. And underpants.  (I’m assuming there are no weight gain or other long-term, damaging  side effects-such as can be found in your oft advertised psych meds.)
Death Bear assured them that their belongings were safe in his cave, somewhere in the northeastern section of Central Park. “It absorbs things like a black hole. Maybe one day I’ll figure out how the cave works,” he said as he placed the items into a black canvas backpack.
I guess the idea is that you give him reminders of memories you want to get rid of. And underpants.  (I’m assuming there are no weight gain or other long-term, damaging  side effects-such as can be found in your oft advertised psych meds.)