The Snowy Farr monument.
I used to live in Oakington, the same village as Snowy Farr. You couldn’t miss his house near the crossroads, mainly because of the large wooden scaffold in the front garden semi-permanently covered in slowly disintegrating soft toys and teddy bears. At the foot of the creepy crusifiction was a board with the running total of donations he’d collected, which was roughly 30K when I moved to the village, and not much different when he popped his clogs in 2006. I always thought it was a bit of a backhanded honour when the City decided to spend almost exactly the same amount of money on the weird sculpture/statue thing that stands in the corner of the Market Square. A plaque and a donation to the charities he supported would seem a more fitting tribute in my view, but hey - what do I know?