Meet Jamie Couper. If there’s one thing I could say about this guy it’s that he’s dedicated. Dedicated to highballing Pilsner intake under the waning harvest moons of Manitoba skies and clearly dedicated to fighting prostate cancer. This moustache is so delicately perfect I almost wonder whether he consciously pushed it out of his face like that. So overpowering is the urge to donate to this work of whisker art that The Coup, as he is often referred to, has garnered more donations than people who actually have moustaches. My advice to The Coup is: keep your stache post-Movember, if I was your landlord, I’d accept it in the place of rent.

You can keep the dirty-stacher from Ancaster train rolling with donations by clicking here, here or here–no wait–here.