Disclaimer: I think Joseph Smith was a genius, perhaps slightly deluded, but a genius nonetheless...
We have touched thus far on the events surrounding Joseph Smith's death, add one more to the list: On the night that he was killed smokin' Joe wasn't wearing his temple garments. *Gasp* Just imagine, things could have been vastly different, those bullets could have bounced right off our Testicular Testator, if only he'd done his washing. On my mission and, I'm not joking right now, I was miraculously preserved seemingly by the magical properties of my now owner-less garments (but that's a story for another time). Let this be a lesson to us all, if you don't want to die wear your Gs. It really works I'm told, however the question remains what was he wearing? A tidy pair of undies at the very least one hopes, but the looming specter of going commando is a possibility that cannot be easily dismissed. We may never know. Here's what I do know...
3. Overt or extreme demonstrations of religiosity should be kept to a minimum.
Proselytizing may fall in the a-bit-over-the-top-camp. Which may sound hypocritical coming from a guy who's evangelizing his own ideas about the world to the world, but I didn't physically or virtually spam anyone to get my message out there. Let the forces of the meritocracy decide what will be seen and what wont. You have beliefs fine, we all do, tell me about them sure, just don't bludgeon me to death with them.
Also, I live in a place that's normally around 30 degrees Celsius so temple garments are impractical at best, and annoying at worst, and now that I think about it they just seem really weird. Joseph preached when it was time to preach, drank when it was time to drink, picked up woman when he got the chance, took guns to gun fights (very Ecclesiastes), and wore his religion on his sleeve (and his body) in moderation. I wish we could all be a little more like Joseph.