A memeable referance to the classic song by Panic! At The Disco: "I Write Sins, Not Tragedies"
"Haven't you people ever heard of Closing The Goddamn Door, no?"
"Wtf Brendon! We're at a wedding!"
"Oh yes but what a shame, what a shame the poor grooms bride is a whore."
"Oh dear lord..."
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.