This is my therapy.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
Bang, You're Dead!
I do love the Japanese. If there is a more idiosyncratic (to be kind) people on the planet, I'm not sure where they reside. This is a people who sell soiled women's panties in vending machines, drink breast milk and curried-flavored soda, use enema toilets, have the most creative game shows ever, and, for good measure, take it as all good fun to stage a fake sniper assassination before a studio audience. The latter is the subject of the following:
Why do I get the feeling you could NOT get away with this in America?