There is a bar near my house called "The Bell Inn" that caters exclusively to members of the undead. Well, I assume so. It certainly looks like it, except on Saturdays when there's rugby on and normal people are allowed in. And yet that is not nearly as creepy as this bar in Alaska that I saw on TV last night. Apparently there is a bar there that serves a "Sour Toe Cocktail" - cocktails served with someone's weird, gangrene-ridden dead toe inside it. And 65 000 people belong to this "Sour Toe Cocktail Club". It's supposed to celebrate that you've survived the long, harsh winter with all your extremities in tact, which is fucked up because the 65 000 people who travel to Alaska just to go to this bar probably don't live anywhere where's there's a harsh winter so they are really only putting themselves at risk to get frostbite.
And if that's not gross enough for you, the toe got stolen last year while the bar man was on holiday and some deformed man who had to get his diseased toe cut off donated it to them so they could continue the tradition.