Death Bear is a guy in a black bear mask who carts away bad memories as part of an elaborate performance art project. He apparently “lives in a cave in Central Park” and comes out to ease the pain of New Yorkers. From the LA Times:
Reporting from New York - A biting wind whipped down a dark street, where a man crouched in the shadow of a building. He pulled on black gloves and glanced up and down the avenue. Satisfied that no one was watching, he pulled a mask the size of a beach ball out of a bag, pulled it onto his head and wriggled it into place: snout in front, eye holes over his own, rounded ears pointed skyward.
Death Bear was ready for his mission.
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.
His service has spread through word of mouth and the Internet.
“Help me, Death Bear!” read a typical plea that flickered via text message onto his cellphone.
(!) makes me imagine a hippified 