For a while, around the turn of the 20th Century, a legend was popular in Mobile, Alabama (the birthplace of Fat Tuesday in the US) during the Mardi Gras season. The story recounts how a poor but beautiful young woman had saved all her money to make the perfect ball gown, but before she could wear it to a ball on Fat Tuesday, she died of pneumonia. To honor the hard work that had gone into her gorgeous gown, the young lady was buried in the dress. Each Mardi Gras thereafter, reports of a mysterious and beautiful young woman in a pink ball gown would crop up. They said she dances and laughs and disappears, only to reappear elsewhere, as if she were trying to soak up every moment of her one day on earth.