Yeah, when you’re that pale, your costuming options are pretty much limited to Uncle Fester and Kratos crossplay from God of War.
Oh, or as a vampire from Twilight, but that’s a sure way to get a pen in your eye at Comic-Con.
Personally, I’m offended by sexy ladies taking all the good cosplay jobs from sweaty fat guys.
Ironically, the only known cure for a bad case of my being offended is a flash of lady-thigh and some cleavage.
Via Look at this Frakking Geekster, who once tried to bottle a cure for my being offended. (It didn’t work.)