Should I call the cops?

My neighbor apparently has buried six people in his front yard. He's so brazen and sick that the graves actually have joke epitaphs, like "Rest in Pieces," and there's one skeleton that's poking half out of the ground. Oddly, the gravestones look flimsy, as if they may be made out of styrofoam. He's not only a maniac, but the worst kind of maniac--one who just doesn't sweat the details.

Meanwhile, on another neighbor's lawn, a large cat appears to be #&$@ing a pumpkin.

Surely, these are the end times.