I couldn't think of a way to incorporate the Dead Sentinel into this year's display. I imagined him being a Sentinel that just didn't make the full transformation into the two that are guarding the walkway to the Corn Witch on the porch. He still has two hands, one of them being WAY too human for the witches' tastes. He had a place in the back story, just no place in the yard haunt.
It reminded me of a quote by Stephen King that Bean once shared with me - "Kill your darlings." Sometimes you just have to let a creation go, no matter how much you dig it, if it just doesn't work.