I'm sorry, Sean, but this rag-on-Sean's-coatrack thing has had way longer legs than I ever imagined when I started it. I am also sorry for the pun.
I think you can put this all to bed if you post a pic of it lying lifeless on your floor. Then they'll be the denial stage (you never had a coatrack), then grief (you're sorry it was ever in the photo), then bargaining (Can't you take Bob instead of my coatrack?). Finally, for all of us, there will be acceptance (it's OK if I put my only hat on a closet shelf) and we can get on with our lives.
