He was an alcoholic who collected fossils, glass eyes, light bulbs and snare drums.
I feel sorry for the poor bastard that’s going to be willed his collections.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with glass eyes and lightbulbs?! Can’t I just throw them out?”
“No dear, they were very important to our dear friend Crispy and we have to pretend we value them for at least a year or two.”
“Maybe I could incinerate them to protest some crap, like animal testing or abortion restrictions or freaking tree cutting or something…”
“I don’t think glass eyes burn…ewwwwwwww It's looking at me!”
I used to work with a woman who made bracelets and chokers out of black leather & glass eyes. Very creepy looking - the single eye staring out of a black leather band.